Will Briscoe has had enough. For months his assistant has been toying with him and now he's about to break. Surely a single weekend will be enough to cure him of his unwelcome obsession for her? Two nights with Emma, that's all he needs. He lays out his plans and they fall into place. The weekend goes perfectly... until his redheaded spit-fire turns the tables on him.Excerpt from Chapter 2She dropped her evening bag and melted into his arms. Grasping his forearms, she felt iron muscle under the broadcloth. She trailed her hands up his arms to his biceps that flexed massively as he held her, drawing an involuntary moan from her. She clung to him. He stroked her lips again and growled softly. This time she parted them, surrendering. He pushed her against the door, pinned her there and brushed his tongue inside her mouth. She felt herself weaken, her defenses give way. His kisses were slow, drugging and made her thoughts dissolve.He kissed her neck. His skin was rough, a bristle of five o'clock shadow abrading her tender skin. "Two nights?" she managed to say. He kissed a line down her neck and to her shoulder, then lifted her in his arms. "Mm."Emma clasped her arms around his neck. Arousal stuttered and panic seeped into her mind. Two nights? Had he planned this all along? Hundreds of fantasies of Will had always started with her kissing him, and her imagination knew no fear or caution. Now all she could feel was stark terror. She was no seductress. Closing this deal felt anything but natural.