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This stupid sexy cinnamon roll.
I rested my cheek on the top of his head and hugged him back, letting my arms circle his shoulders. “This is an abuse of your authority.”
“You can tell HR all about it later,” he mumbled. “Promise.”
I smiled, touching my hand to the side of his neck. My thumb settled against the curve of his jaw, and he tightened his grip on me. “I’ll allow ninety seconds of exploitation, so make the most of the it.”
“Your flexibility is noted and appreciated.”
“I’m counting, you know.”
“Of course, you are.”
Shit.
Why was this bastard so cute?
I didn’t want him to be cute. I wanted him to be annoying. I wanted him to be cold and demanding and unfeeling, because that made it easier to want to throw something at his head.
When he was like this, holding me tightly on his lap, burying his face in my neck like a needy little brat, it made every single fibre of my resolve waver. He tugged on my feelings like they were strings on a harp.
“Time’s up,” I said, patting his head.
“Thirty more seconds,” Theo murmured.
“Nope.”
“Yes. Please.”
I sighed. “Fine. But you can’t do this again.”
“Yes, yes.” He brushed his lips across my neck.
I slid my hand between his mouth and my skin. “Absolutely not. Don’t even try it. I’m already giving you a mile here.”
“So mean.”
“Such a baby,” I muttered, feeling something firm press into my thigh. “Hey, that better not be what I think it is.”
He hugged me tighter. “What if it is?”
This incorrigible pervert.
“It doesn’t matter. You’ve had your extra thirty seconds. Let me go.”
Two knocks sounded at the door, and Theo jerked his head up with a tiny groan, loosening his grip on me. “Deal with that.”
Sure.
Nowhe let me go.
I slid off his lap and adjusted the waistband of my skirt, tucking my blouse back in properly on my way to the door. “Ms. Walker,” I said, stepping out to the hall and closing the door behind me. “What can I help you with?”
She blinked as if she was shocked to see me. “I need to speak with Mr Black.”
“I’m afraid he’s unavailable. Can I pass a message on for you?”
Anne-Marie pursed her red lips. “No, it’s not urgent.”
