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Possessing Eleanor
by Tessie Bradford
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Erotica/Romance
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Resplendence Publishing, LLC
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Copyright ©2010 by Resplendence Publishing, LLC
First published in 2010, 2010
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CONTENTS
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
About the Author
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Possessing Eleanor
By Tessie Bradford
Resplendence Publishing, LLC
www.resplendencepublishing.com
Resplendence Publishing, LLC
P.O. Box 992
Edgewater, Florida, 32132
Possessing Eleanor
Copyright © 2010, Tessie Bradford
Edited by Michele Paulin
Cover art by Les Byerley, www.les3photo8.com
Electronic format ISBN: 978-1-60735-133-7
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Electronic release: March 2010
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and occurrences are a product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, places or occurrences, is purely coincidental.
For S.F.—And you thought I was kidding!
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Chapter One
“Ellie, do you have the payment ready for Royce Associates?”
“I do, Bill.” Eleanor Lewis held the receiver between chin and shoulder, stretching the phone cord to maximum capacity as she moved around her desk. “I was going to drop it in the mail at lunchtime.”
“No need. Jackson Royce is here. He's heading to your office to pick it up.”
“No problem.”
Ellie knew the check was there somewhere, but she had been frantically moving stacks of work orders over the last hour, and she couldn't exactly put her hands on it. Well, she had about a minute and a half to find it since Bill's office was right down the hall.
One second the papers were in organized chaos, the next second a pile of them went flying to spread out on the carpet and flutter under her desk.
“Damn it,” she muttered, dropping down to her knees. Ruffling through and restacking the closest documents did not produce the check, so she crawled under the front of her desk. “Fine, I'll come to you if that's what you want.” Thankfully, it was lying within arms reach.
Ellie shimmied out from under the furniture, clutching the trouble-making document, to find two very large black leather shoes inches away from her. She looked up, way up, while rising from all fours to sit on her heels. “That's good to know, Miss Lewis.”
Being the manager of a staff of more than twenty employees, Ellie was in charge of assuring a well-functioning office environment as well as maintaining appropriate workplace behavior. Sitting on the floor was definitely not acceptable when first meeting the general contractor in charge of the warehouse project. But instead of righting herself instantly, something made her stay on the floor and assess the man.
Height, of course, was deceiving from her current vantage point, but basic physical construction was not, and this man was built to perfection. Long legs, flat stomach, broad shoulders, chiseled jaw line and strong brow, she couldn't have dreamed up a better specimen of manhood. He was clothed completely in black, and the color suited him. He exuded a quiet power, a sense of self that was palatable. He owned the space where he stood. When her eyes met his, his intense
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