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“Mm hm,” she agrees, with a knowing nod. “Things happen—sometimes mistakes.” When she glances over at Gwen again, her meaning couldn’t be more clear.

I hire bright people. Observant, attentive people who can handle the work I give. Not idiots.

Janelle has a good idea about what she just walked in on, and her disapproval is written in her sour expression.

She knows Gwen and I are sneaking around. Hooking up.

We are, but this is more than that.

How much more?

I’m afraid to even ponder that.

Gwen and I have to talk about what’s happening. Soon.

“Gwen, honey,” Janelle says, “is that dishwasher clean over there? I asked the new lead custodian, Marsha, to be sure to empty it if it’s clean.”

“It’s clean. You know, I think Marsha got a little behind yesterday because she was deep-cleaning all the carpets. There are mugs over here on the shelf, and I’m sure someone will pitch in and empty the dishwasher this morning. Oh, you should see how sparkling clean this countertop is. See? She got all those pesky rings off from the old coffee maker.”

I watch Gwen’s back as she stirs three packets of sugar into one of the mugs. She glances over her shoulder at me.

That hair…

That smile.

Those eyes.

She lifts a packet of sugar and wags it.

I shake my head.

She grins, then lifts the creamer.

I gesture ‘no’ again, and she sets it down.

Meanwhile, she manages to chit-chat with Janelle about the cleaning staff and how good they always are at polishing up the room we’re in.

The room I just kissed Gwen in.

I run my hand through my hair and fleeting concerns about where this is heading whisper through my mind.

Consequences.

There could be consequences for this.

She nears me and offers a mug of coffee. “Here ya go, Boss,” she says casually, as though we didn’t just hold one another close.

The mug has #1 BOSS written across it in block letters.

“Walk with me to the elevators,” I suggest, using that same casual tone. I take a sip of the coffee and try not to look like I’m still fighting off waves of desire.

“Sure, can do.” She gives me a quick, very innocent-looking nod. “See ya, Janelle.”

Janelle is obviously not fooled by our act. “You two behave.” She folds her arms across her chest.

I feel her judgmental gaze on my back as Gwen and I depart.

Out in the hall, I grin at Gwen. “Did she just tell us to behave?”

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