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I grind my molars, suppressing a growl.
Temptation incarnate.
“Nice outfit,” I comment coolly, despite my rising desire.
“You’re lucky I even bothered with your dumb dress code.” Pen’s hands find her hips, tightening my groin with a feisty eye roll. “Pencil skirts, Logan? How cliché.”
Maybe, but I thought I’d dole out a little punishment for all the years she left me guessing where she ran off to.
Then again—my eyes drift down her smooth, tan legs to a pair of ruby-red high heels—who’s punishing who?
“Wow, I must have missed how bor-ing it is in here the first time.” Her brown eyes flick around the room, shadowed by a scowl while purposely avoiding me. “Everything’s so white and sterile, like a padded room in an asylum.”
Taking the jab silently, I count down the seconds until she spots the desk in the opposite corner of my office, and the wooden name plate sitting innocently in the center.
I grin, delighted when her gaze finally snaps to mine. “Oh, you’ve lost your damn mind if you think I’m working in here with you.”
“What? You don’t want to be office partners? I’m wounded.”
She moves to kick her shoes off. “This isn’t funny, Logan.”
“That’s Mr. Anderson to you. And the heels stay on.” I hike a brow in challenge, amused by the fury reddening her freckled cheeks.
“Or what?”
“Or I’ll find somewhere more suitable for you to sit than at your desk.” Her eyes flare at my suggestive tone, but I meet her stare with equal ferocity. “Your choice.”
With an aggravated huff, she wiggles her toes back inside her shoes.
My god, it’s utterly pathetic how much I’ve missed her. She’s got beauty in spades, but this newfound bite only adds to the never-ending layers of what makes her so damn attractive.
“I still don’t see what’s wrong with sticking me in a cubicle on the main floor.”
Aside from every Tom, Dick, and Harry with a swinging cock having eyes on her… “I want to make sure your training goes as smoothly as possible.”
“You’re training me? I figured you had someone for that.”
“Don’t sound so disappointed, sunshine.” I stretch my arms behind my head and lace my fingers, if only to keep from revealing how much she’s rattling me. How badly I want to touch her. “I’ll take good care of you, I promise.”
She snorts at that. “Very well, then. Where should I start?”
On your knees, perhaps?
Fucking hell. It’s going to be a long day.
I shake indecent thoughts of Penelope crawling toward me from my mind and raise my empty mug. “I’m awfully parched.”
Penelope turns, digging her fingers into the back of her desk chair, and exhales loudly. “This is temporary. He’s just being an asshole. Think about the money.”
My lip quirks. “I can hear you, you know.”
Her stare is scathing when she straightens, heels snicking across the floor. “And where would I find the coffee pot in this lovely establishment?”
I fight like hell, jaw clenching to hold my composure, when she snatches the cup and the tips of her fingers brush mine. I’ve never yearned for someone’s touch as intensely as Penelope’s.
“Down the hall, to the right.”
She meets my too polite grin with a facetious smile. “Great.”
