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“I understand plenty, Ms. Carter. I thought this little scheme of Reese’s was absurd from the beginning, but it seems that he attracted just the kind of trash I expected he would.”

That word stings. Trash.

“I didn’t do anything!”

“Oh, of course not. And I’m sure you’ve done nothing here, either. You do know I have to pass this onto him, right? This is an egregious threat to Mr. Dalton’s privacy, given that your former employer has been very keen to attach your name explicitly to all this.” Paula tilts her head, her expression condescending. “You can’t possibly think you would be able to continue to work here with the risk your very presence poses.”

“Please… Paula, please, at least give me some time?—”

“If there’s anything that I know about Reese, it’s that whatever sweet nothings you plan to try to sing to him won’t sway him when he considers your clear… pattern. What did you think was going to happen? You cozy up to him and… then what? Get the man and the baby in one fell swoop?” She’s withering. Brutal. Skewering me alive with every look and every word. “You might have had something if you’d done the ironically smart thing and gotten knocked up?—”

“It’s not like that! I didn’t have a plan. I didn’t… I swear.”

Paula gives me a look that tells me she doesn’t believe me in the slightest. My reputation has been written in stone. It doesn’t matter what I say to her at this point.

“I forward his emails at the end of every week. I’ll be sending him my strongest recommendation for your termination. That’s all the time you have from me. I suggest you use it to pack your things.”

Paula leaves, and with the close of the door behind her, she takes the last dregs of hope I had with her.

52

REESE

OLIVIA: Can I see you in your office when you get home?

As soon as that little message comes in from Olivia while I’m pulling into the driveway, I know that I’m gonna have a damn good evening. She’s in her room, the door closed when I walk inside. It only makes the anticipation rise in my veins. What naughty, nasty shit has she planned for us?

I play her game. I go to my office, get comfortable. I lounge back in my chair, the perfect place for me to have her straddled across my lap while I fuck her. Or I could sit her on my desk, splay those thighs wide apart, and eat her pussy until she can’t take anymore.

The possibilities are endless.

As the minutes tick on and on, my imagination gets wilder and wilder. My arousal has the air in the room humming like it’s alive and electrified.

“Come on, Liv. Don’t keep me waiting too long.” Who knows what crazy shit I’ll do if I have to march up to her room and give her a little lesson about keeping herself from me?

The thought alone has me damn near palming my cock through my pants. Luckily, a timid knock at my door keeps me from getting too carried away before the time is right.

I smirk. “Come in.”

Olivia obeys, slipping quietly into my office. She looks so serious. My smirk deepens. She even looks the part of a meek little secretary. Dressed in the same thing she’d worn to her interview with me, with an envelope in her hand.

All that woman… and she’s mine. All mine. No other man gets to have her.

I’m one lucky son of a bitch.

“Reese,” she says. Her voice is so small that I have to marvel at her acting capabilities. She plays the nervous, demure girl well. And while it’s not usually my go-to, I think I can get behind it if it’s Olivia playing the part. Getting behind her is the easiest thing I’ve ever done.

I pat my lap. “Come here.”

Rather than complying, however, Olivia just inches forward, closer to my desk. She sets the envelope on the surface. Her upper lip trembles. “I’m giving you my resignation.”

It takes a moment for my brain to catch up before my smirk deepens. Give this girl a damn Oscar; she’s so convincing. The script could use a little spicing up, though.

I give her a light laugh. “That’s cute. We can workshop your roleplay chops later. Now, come here. Let me touch you.”

Olivia doesn’t budge. Instead, her throat bobs as she swallows. She’s nervous.

For real nervous.

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