Amy's POV

When Thursday morning dawned, I knew we needed to talk. I would be away from the office all day Friday, so today was our last day together before she left town. She'd been meeting with her advisor all morning, and I felt myself getting more and more anxious about well. . . everything. I was pretty sure the interaction in my office the day before revealed to us both that she was slowly taking more and more of me and I was doing the same with her. I wanted to be with her almost all of the time, and not just for the sex. I genuinely wanted to be near her, to get to know everything about her but my own need for self-preservation had been plaguing me all week.

What had she said? I don't want to want you. This thing is not good for me. Only when Theo caught us in the act, well almost in the act, I truly understood what she meant. I'd hated my desire for her because it was the first time in my life I was unable to push something out of my head and focus on work, but no one—not even my family—would really blame me for being attracted to Karma. In contrast, she would forever be tainted with the reputation of being the woman who slept her way to the top. For someone as brilliant and driven as she was, that association would be a constant—and painful—thorn in her side.

She was right to put distance between us. This pull we felt when we were together was entirely unhealthy. Nothing good could come from it, and I decided once again to use our time apart to regain my focus. When I entered my office after lunch I was surprised to find her seated at her desk busily working on the computer.

"I didn't know you would be in this afternoon," I said, trying to keep any emotion from my voice.

"Yes, I had some last-minute arrangements to handle for San Diego, and I still needed to discuss my absence with you," she said, never looking up from her computer monitor.

"Would you like to step into my office, then?"

"No," she said quickly. "I think we can handle this out here." Peeking up at me with a sly look she motioned to the chair opposite her. "Would you like to have a seat, Miss?

"I know you'll be out tomorrow, so there's no reason for me to be here. I realize you don't like having an assistant, but I've arranged for you to have a temp while I'm gone for two weeks, and I've already given Zita a detailed list of your schedule and the things you'll need. I doubt there will be any problems, but just in case, she's promised to keep an eye on you." She raised a brow in challenge and I rolled my eyes in return.

She continued, "You have my numbers, including the number of my aunt's home in Austin, if you need anything." She began going through a list in front of her, and I noticed how cool and efficient she was. It's not that I wasn't already aware of these things, but somehow it seemed a bit more apparent to me right now. Our eyes met and she continued, "I'll get into California a few hours before you, so I'll just plan on picking you up at the airport."

We continued to stare at each other for a few moments, and I was almost positive that our thoughts were the same: San Diego would be a colossal test.

The atmosphere in the room began to shift slowly, the silence saying more than words ever could. I clenched my jaw tightly as I noticed that her breathing had picked up. It took every bit of willpower I had to not walk around the desk and kiss her.

"Have a nice trip, Miss Ashcroft," I said, pleased that my voice betrayed none of my inner turmoil. I stood and lingered for a moment, adding, "So, I'll meet you in San Diego then."

"Yes."

I nodded and walked into my office, shutting the door behind me. I didn't see her for the rest of the day and our terse good-bye for once felt completely wrong.

All weekend I thought about what it would be like to have her gone for two weeks. On the one hand, it would be nice to enjoy a full day at work without the distraction. On the other, I wondered if it would feel odd not having her there. She'd been a near constant in my life for almost a year, and regardless of our differences, it had become comforting to have her around.

Zita entered my office on Monday at nine o'clock sharp, smiling brightly as she approached me. She was followed by an attractive, twenty-something brunette who was introduced as Kelsey, my new temporary assistant. She looked up at me with a somewhat timid smile, and I saw Zita place a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

I decided that I would use this as an opportunity. I would prove to everyone that my reputation was simply a result of working with someone as headstrong as Miss Ashcroft.

It's very nice to meet you, Kelsey," I said, smiling widely and offering her my hand to shake. She looked at me strangely, with a sort of glazed expression.

"It's nice to meet you too, Miss," she said as she glanced back at Zita. Zita looked down at my hand quizzically and back up to me before speaking to Kelsey.

"Okay. Well, we've already gone over everything that Karma left. Here's your desk." She led the temp over to Miss Ashcroft's chair.

A strange feeling crept over me at the image of someone else sitting there. I felt my smile falter and I turned to Zita. "If she needs anything she'll let you know. I'll be in my office."

Kelsey quit before lunch. Apparently I came off "a bit gruff" when she managed to start a small fire in the break room microwave. The last I saw of her, she was in tears and sprinting out my door, wailing something about a hostile work environment.

The second temp, a young man named Oliver, came in around two o'clock. Oliver seemed highly intelligent, and I looked forward to working with someone other than an emotional female. I found myself smiling at the sudden turn of events. Unfortunately, I spoke too soon.

Every time I passed Oliver at his computer he was online, looking at captioned pictures of cats or watching a TV show about two best friends pretending to be lesbians. How ridiculous, they were obviously in love with each other. He would quickly minimize the window, but unfortunately for Oliver I wasn't a complete idiot. I diplomatically asked him to not bother returning the next day.

The third was no better. Her name was Reagan; she talked too much, her clothing was too tight, and the way she gnawed on the cap of her pen made her look like an animal trying to free itself from a trap. It was nothing like the way Miss Ashcroft would pensively hold the end of her pen between her teeth when she was deep in thought. That was subtle and sexy; this was nothing short of obscene. Unacceptable. She was gone by Tuesday afternoon.

The week continued on in much the same way. I went through five different assistants. I heard the booming laugh of my stepsister in the hall outside my office on more than one occasion. Bitch. She didn't even work on this floor. I began to feel that people were enjoying my misery a bit too much and maybe even saw it as a case of reaping what I sowed.

Although I had absolutely no doubt that Miss Ashcroft had already been informed of my temp nightmares by Zita, I received several texts from her throughout the first week, checking on how things were going. I began looking forward to them, even checking my phone periodically to see if I might have missed an alert. I hated to admit it, but at this point I would have traded my car just to have her and her harpy disposition back.

Besides missing her body, which I did desperately, I also missed the fire between us. She knew I was a bitch, and she put up with it. I had no idea why, but she did. I felt my respect for her professionalism grow during that first week apart.

When the second week went by without a single text from her, I found myself wondering what she was doing and with whom she was doing it. I wondered briefly if she'd had any more phone calls with Liam. I was pretty sure they hadn't seen each other again, and she and I had managed to reach a precarious cease-fire regarding the flower incident. Still, I wondered if he'd ever called to follow up and whether he would try to begin something when she was home.

Home. Was she at home now, with her aunt? Or did she think of Chicago as home? For the first time, it occurred to me that if her aunt was very sick, she might decide to move back to Austin to be with her. The idea frightened me. I knew I was being selfish but I didn't want her to leave.

I started packing for my flight on Sunday night and heard my phone chirp from the bed next to my suitcase. I felt a small thrill reading her name on the screen.

K: Pick you up tomorrow 11:30. Terminal B near arrival screens. Text when you land.

I paused for a moment as it sank in that we would be together tomorrow.

Me: I will. Thanks.

K: You're welcome. Everything go ok?

I was a bit taken aback that she had asked about the rest of my week. We were in such uncharted territory here. While working, we texted and e-mailed frequently, but it was usually restricted to simple yes or no answers. Never anything personal. Was it possible she'd had a similarly frustrating week?

Me: Great. You? How is your aunt?

I laughed as I pushed send; this situation kept getting stranger. Less than a minute later I received another one.

K: She's doing fine. I've missed her but am excited to come home.

Home. I noted her word choice and swallowed; my chest was suddenly too tight.

Me: See you tomorrow.

Setting the alarm on my phone, I placed it on the nightstand and sat next to my luggage on the bed. I would see her in less than twelve hours.

And I wasn't entirely sure how I felt about that.

Karma's POV

Just as I'd hoped, the flight to San Diego had given me time to think. I felt loved and rested after my visit with my aunt. After her appointment with the gastroenterologist put us both at ease that the tumor was benign, we'd spent time together talking and reminiscing about Mom, even planning a trip for her to come out to Chicago.

By the time she kissed me good-bye, I felt as prepared as possible considering the situation. I was nervous as hell to face Miss Raudenfeld again, but I'd given myself my best pep talk. I'd done some online shopping and had a suitcase full of new power panties. I'd thought long and hard about my options, and I was pretty sure I had a plan.

The first step was to admit that this problem was more than just the temptation of proximity. Being a thousand miles apart had done nothing to calm my need. I'd dreamed of her nearly every night, waking each morning frustrated and lonely. I spent far too much time thinking about what she was doing, wondering if she was as confused as me, and trying to glean every bit of information I could from Zita about how things were going back home.

Zita and I had an interesting conversation when she'd called and informed me of the status of my replacement. I'd laughed hysterically hearing about the revolving door of temps. Of course Amy was having a hard time keeping anyone around. She was an asshole.

I was used to her mood swings and bitchy attitude; professionally our relationship ran like clockwork. It was the personal side that was a nightmare. Almost everyone knew it; they just didn't know the extent of the situation.

I thought back often to our last day together. Something in our relationship was shifting, and I wasn't sure how I felt about it. No matter how many times we said it would never happen again, it would. I was terrified that this woman, who was all wrong for me, had more control over my body than I did, no matter how much I tried to convince myself otherwise.

I didn't want to be the woman who sacrificed her ambitions for another person.

Standing in the arrival area, I gave myself one last pep talk. I could do this. Oh, God, I hoped I could do this. The butterflies in my stomach were working overtime and I briefly worried I might throw up.

Her plane had been delayed in Chicago and it was after six thirty before she finally touched down in San Diego. While the time on the plane out had been good for thinking, the seven extra hours waiting afterward had only reignited my nerves.

I stood on my tiptoes trying to get a better view through the crowd, but didn't see her. Looking down at my phone, I reread her text again.

A: Just landed—see you in a few.

There was nothing sentimental about the text, but it made my stomach flip anyway. Our messages last night had been the same. It wasn't that we said anything special: I'd simply asked how the rest of her week had gone. That wouldn't be considered unusual in any other relationship, but it was totally new for us. Maybe there was a chance we could actually get past the constant animosity and actually be, what—friends? Yeah, sure Ashcroft like you could ever be just friends with her.

With my stomach in knots, I paced back and forth, willing my mind to switch gears and my heart rate to calm. Without thinking, I stopped midstep and turned toward the oncoming crowd, searching through the sea of unknown faces. My breath caught in my throat when a head of familiar hair appeared above the others.

Get ahold of yourself, Karma. Jeez.

I tried once more to get my body under control and looked up again. Fuck. I am so screwed. There she was, looking better than I'd ever seen her. How the hell does someone get hotter in nine days, and coming off of an airplane no less?

She stood nearly a head taller than anyone around her, the kind of tall that stands out in a crowd, and I gave thanks to the universe for that. Her blonde hair was perfectly in place as always and she was wearing my favorite suit. The Prada suit, which fits her in all the right places. If she wasn't so successful in her career she'd probably be a hell of a runaway model.

She'd been looking down at the ground, but the moment our eyes met, her face split into the most genuinely happy smile I'd ever seen. Before I could stop it, I felt my own smile explode, wide and giddy.

She stopped in front of me, a slightly tenser look taking over her features, while both of us waited for the other to say something.

"Hi," I said awkwardly, trying to ease some of the tension between us. Every part of me wanted to pull her into the ladies' room, but somehow I doubted that was the proper way to great your boss. Not that that had ever mattered before.

"Um, hi," she answered, her brow furrowed slightly.

Fuck, snap out of it, Karma! We both turned, heading toward the baggage claim, and I felt goose bumps spread across my skin just being near her.

"How was your flight?" I asked, knowing how much she hated flying commercial airlines, even if it was first class. This was so ridiculous. I wished she would just say something asinine so I could go back to yelling at her.

She thought about it for a moment before answering, "It was pleasant enough, once we actually got off the ground. I don't like how crowded the planes are." We stopped and waited, surrounded by bustling people, but the only thing I noticed was the tension building between us, and every inch of space between our bodies. "And your aunt's health?" she asked a moment later.

I nodded. "Benign. Thanks for asking."

"Of course."

Minutes passed in uncomfortable silence and I was more than a bit relieved when I saw her luggage slide down the conveyor belt. We both reached for it at the same time and our hands touched briefly on the handle. Pulling back, I glanced up to find she was watching me.

My stomach dropped at the familiar look of hunger in her eyes. We both muttered apologies and I looked away, but not before noticing the slight smirk on her face. Fortunately, it was time to pick up the rental car, and we headed to the parking garage.

She looked pleased as we approached the luxury rental, a Benz SLS AMG. She loved to drive—well, she loved to drive fast—and I always made a point of ordering something fun for her when she needed a car.

"Very nice, Miss Ashcroft," she said, her hand sliding along the hood. "Remind me to think about giving you a raise."

And there she was. I felt the familiar desire to punch her spread through my body and it calmed me. Everything was so much clearer when she was being an outright bitch.

Pressing the button to release the trunk I gave her a reproachful look and stepped aside for her to put her things away. She took off her jacket and handed it to me. I shoved it into the trunk.

"Careful," she admonished

"I'm not a freaking bellhop. Put your own damn coat away."

She laughed and bent to lift her suitcase. "Christ, I'd just wanted you to hold it for a moment."

"Oh." With cheeks flushed at my overreaction, I reached in and grabbed the coat, smoothing it over my arm. "Sorry."

"Why do you always assume I'm being a jerk?"

"Because you usually are?"

With another laugh, she hoisted the suitcase into the trunk. "You must have missed me a lot."

I started to answer but got distracted by how beautiful she looked it. She closed the trunk with a slam, breaking me out of my daze, and I placed the keys in her waiting hand. She walked over and opened my door, waiting for me to be seated before closing it behind me.

We drove in silence, the only sound provided by the purr of the engine and the GPS calling out directions to the hotel. I busied myself going over our schedule, trying to ignore the woman next to me.

I wanted to look at her, to study her face. I wanted to reach out and touch her, to tell her to pull over and touch me.

All these thoughts ran through my mind, making it impossible to concentrate on the papers in front of me. The time apart hadn't lessened her hold over me at all. If anything it made it stronger. I wanted to ask her how the last two weeks had been. I actually wanted to know how she was.

With a sigh, I closed the folder in my lap and turned to look out the window.

We must have passed ocean and navy ships and people on the streets, but I didn't see a thing. The only thing on my mind was what was inside the car. I felt every movement, every breath. Her fingers tapped along the steering wheel. The leather squeaked when she shifted in her seat. Her scent filled the closed space and made it impossible to remember why I needed to resist. She completely surrounded me.

I needed to be strong and be my own person, to prove that I controlled my path in life, but every part of me ached to feel her. I needed to regroup at the hotel before this conference, but with her so close, all my best intentions got away from me.

"Are you okay, Miss Ashcroft?" The sound of her voice startled me and I turned to meet her green eyes, my stomach fluttering at the intensity behind them. How had I forgotten how long her lashes were?

"We're here." She motioned to the hotel, and I was surprised to see I hadn't even noticed. "Is everything all right?"

"Yeah," I answered quickly. "Just been a long day."

"Hmm," she murmured, continuing to look at me. I saw her gaze flicker to my mouth, and God, I wanted her to kiss me. I missed the command of her mouth on mine, as if there were nothing in the world she wanted more than to taste me. And sometimes, I suspected that might actually be true.

As if drawn to her, I leaned forward in my seat. A hum of electricity buzzed between us, and her gaze flickered back to my eyes. She leaned in to meet me, and I could feel her hot breath against my mouth.

Suddenly my door opened and I jumped back into my seat, shocked to see the valet standing there expectantly, hand outstretched. I stepped out of the car, inhaling the air that wasn't permeated by her intoxicating scent. The valet took the bags, and Miss Raudenfeld excused herself to take a phone call while I checked us in.

The hotel was packed with fellow conference attendees, and I saw several familiar faces. I had made plans to meet up with a group of other students in my program sometime on the trip. I waved to a woman I recognized; it would be great to get out with some friends while we were here. The last thing I needed was to sit alone in my hotel room and fantasize about the woman down the hall.

After receiving our keys and seeing that the bellhop would take our bags to our rooms, I headed to the lounge in search of Miss Raudenfeld. The welcome reception was in full swing, and when I scanned the large room I found her standing next to a tall brunette. They stood close together, her head bent slightly as she listened to her.

Her head blocked her face from my view, and my eyes narrowed when I noticed her hand reach up and grip her forearm. She laughed at something she'd said and she pulled away slightly, allowing me a better look.

She was beautiful, with shoulder-length, straight dark hair. As I watched, she placed something in her hand and folded her fingers around it. A strange look crossed her face as she bent her head to examine the object in her palm.

You have got to be kidding me. Did she—did she just give her, her room key?

I watched for a moment more, and then something inside me snapped ass he continued to stare at the key as if she was considering pocketing it. The thought of her looking at someone else with the same intensity, the thought of her wanting someone else at all, made my stomach twist with anger. Before I could stop myself, I was moving across the room until I stood beside them.

I placed my hand on her forearm, and she blinked over to me, a surprised, questioning expression on her face. "Amy, are you ready to head upstairs?" I asked quietly.

Her eyes widened and her mouth opened in shock. I'd never seen her look so utterly at a loss for words.

And then I realized: I'd never said her name in public before.

"Amy?" I asked once more, and something flickered across her face. Slowly, the corner of her mouth lifted into a smile and our eyes locked for a moment.

Turning back to her, she smiled indulgently and spoke in a voice so smooth it sent a tremor through me. "Excuse us," she said, discreetly placing her key back in her hand. "As you can see, I didn't come here alone."

The bright pulse of victory in my chest completely overshadowed the horror I should have been feeling. She pressed her warm hand to the small of my back as she led us out of the lounge and down the hall. But the closer we got to the elevators, the more my elation was replaced with something else. I began to panic as I realized how irrationally I had acted.

The reminder of our constant cat-and-mouse game exhausted me. How many times a year did she travel? And how often would she get a room key pressed into her palm? Would I be there every time to pull her back? If I wasn't, would she happily skip upstairs with someone else?

And, truly, who the fuck did I think I could be to her? I shouldn't care!

My heart was racing, the sound of my blood rushing in my ears. Three other couples joined us in the elevator, and I prayed I could make it to my room before I exploded. I couldn't believe what I'd just done. I glanced up to see her wearing a triumphant smirk.

I took a deep breath and tried to remind myself that this was exactly why I needed to stay away. What happened down there was completely out of character for me, and completely unprofessional of both of us in such a public work setting. I wanted to scream at her, to hurt her and enrage her like she had me, but it was getting harder and harder to find the will.

We rode up in tense silence, until the last couple stepped out, leaving us alone. I closed my eyes, just trying to breathe, but of course all I could smell was her. I didn't want her with someone else, and that feeling was so overwhelming that it took my breath away. And it was terrifying, because if I was to be honest, she could break my heart.

She could break me.

The elevator stopped and with a quiet ding, the doors opened at our floor.

"Karma?" she prompted, her hand pressed to my back.

I turned, rushing out of the elevator.

"Where are you going?" she shouted after me. I heard her footsteps and knew there was going to be trouble. "Karma, wait!"

I couldn't outrun her forever. I wasn't even sure I wanted to anymore.