“I could use an assistant, if you don’t want him.” Rosie batted her long eyelashes at Emerson, who stood a head taller. If he’s not careful, he really will become her prey. But Rosie was the perfect person to keep him distracted. “I’m not sure if we can trust him. The last email the order sent was rather threatening.” Lucy sharpened her tone to see how he would react. Maybe he’d reveal a harsher side when threatened. “I’m only here to help; I’m sorry if our head office weren’t as understanding about the complexity of work such as yours,” he said, his tone assertive but apologetic.”