Return Of The Warrior
Is this shipment of antiques stolen?
Sidney Weston kept the question locked behind her lips as she glanced from her boss, Carl Peterbalm, to the wooden packing crates that sat on the floor of her office.
Peterbalm was a short man in his mid-forties, with small, beady eyes, fleshy lips, and thinning hair. Not a very attractive package, especially accompanied by the garlic smell of his breath.
He was standing nearby, his arms folded across his ample middle, waiting for her to bring out more of the items he’d acquired from a French dealer who got his stock from God knew where. Wishing the crates weren’t so deep, she leaned into one of the containers to get another antique, aware of Carl’s hot gaze on her ass and legs.
On her worst days, she suspected that he’d hired her because he liked to show her off to clients and pretend they were having an affair.
As distasteful as that thought was, she needed the salary he provided, so she’d have to wait until she got another job before she went after him for sexual harassment.
She clutched the newspaper-wrapped object in her hand, then ordered herself to relax as she carefully peeled off the ... read full excerpt from: Return of the Warrior ebook
