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“Get me away from here,” I whisper aloud.
Brock is my boss, and this daydreaming is pointless.
Pointless and dangerous. I have to work for him, so fantasizing about sharing a bed with him…? Not a good idea.
It is so hot in my car.
The electric window on the driver’s side stopped working years ago, so it’s permanently up. Though I have all the other windows down, it’s not enough. Golden sunlight pours through, and I feel like I’m a slice of old pizza stuck under a heat lamp.
I push my bangs back, then twist the key again. Fear rattles through me as the engine whines, high-pitched.
Something under the hood coughs.
The car shakes.
I realize, with dread, that this vehicle is not going to carry me away from Epic Elevate headquarters.
Even more frustrating is the fact that now I am being haunted by a persistent, very pesky train of thought.
Brock’s bedroom, with the wall-to-wall carpeting he mentioned.
I shouldn’t know how he sounds when he wakes up before his first cup of coffee.
But I do.
I know how he smells, fresh out of the shower. I know what it feels like to have him standing, shirtless, mere feet away from me, drilling those intense eyes into me.
“Start,” I say under my breath.
I need to get away from here.
My car refuses to cooperate.
Then, I see him. Brock is heading toward me.
His big, new, black Land Cruiser is across the lot—nowhere near mine. And yet, he keeps walking this way. Then, he’s at my window.
The window that won’t go down.
He waits.
I am trapped, like a helpless animal. Too hot, too wobbly-kneed, too flustered.
If my heart would stop pounding, that would be great.
I wait for it to obey. But, like the car, it’s feeling uncooperative.
I nudge the door open with my hammering heart, giddy tummy, and all.
He scrunches his brow.
“Busted window,” I explain as I look up at him from my seat. I won’t get up out of this seat. If I do, I’ll be standing too close to him again. I’ve had too many baby fantasies in the past few hours for that.
Who am I kidding? Even one baby fantasy about the man in the head office is too many.
“Starter-related problems, too, sounds like,” he says. “Either that or a weak battery.”
“I think it’s my battery. It’s done this before, and the last time, it barely charged even when Clay jumpstarted it.”
