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Turning my attention to the computer, I watched as the virus software did its thing and checked the files for anything. When it was done, it’d found a few questionable things, so I set it to clean up and moved to the defragmentation software.
That would take all damn day.
The only thing Casey knew how to clean was a tiny human’s butt.
An excellent skill in itself, but that didn’t help run my business.
I sighed and watched as the computer began the process of cleaning itself up. There was nothing more to do here, so I got up, tucked the chair in, and made my way into the kitchen.
Shit. I had no idea how she took her coffee.
And why the fuck was I making coffee? That wasn’t my job. That was why I had an assistant. With a great ass.
Double shit.
I shook those thoughts out of my head and walked to my office. She was sitting in my tall leather chair, typing diligently without looking at the keyboard. It was an impressive skill, especially with how quickly her fingers moved across the keys.
I waited until she stopped and clicked, then said, “Hey—I’m making coffee. Do you want one?”
Mallory looked at me with wide eyes. “You’re making me coffee?”
“Well, I did take over your computer. I figure that caffeinating you is the least I can do.”
“I’d be more annoyed if this chair wasn’t so damn comfortable.” She wriggled in it just to make her point. “Also, your computer is ten times faster than the dinosaur out there.”
I leaned back. Maybe it was a bit of a dinosaur as far as technology went. “I’ll see what I can do about that. It’s probably time for a tech update. My dad bought the last computers, and he knows as much about them as my mom does physics.”
“Does she know anything about physics?”
“Not a damn thing,” I replied. “Your computer is doing its thing, but it’s gonna take a while. Feel free to work in here for now. The only problem might be your phone.”
Not that I’d have a problem with watching her run over to her desk every time it rang…
“Oh.” She sat up a little straighter at that. “I can reroute the calls to yours and answer here.”
“What if it’s a personal call?”
“Is there anyone calling you I shouldn’t be talking to? Wife? Girlfriend?” She raised one eyebrow.
I coughed. “No. Nobody like that. Just my mom.”
She grinned, her eyes lighting up with the movement. “So someone I shouldn’t be talking to?”
“On the contrary, please do. I’d rather you talk to her than me.” I paused. “Speaking of, she wants me to find a new place for my grandfather to live. Could you search our listings through the entire company and see if there’s anything that fits her particular demands?”
“Sure. What are they?”
“One floor, no stairs, low-maintenance yard, and relatively close to her house so she can visit.”
“Where does she live?”
I gave her the address.
She whistled. “Does she have a budget? Buy or rent?”
“Buy,” I replied. “And you heard that address. Do you think she has a budget?”
“No.” She fought a laugh as she met my eyes. “Never mind. I got it. I’ll ask Amanda and take a look. Anything else?”
“Yes. How do you take your coffee?”
“How I take my men. Tall, dark, and not nearly as sweet as I should.” Mallory paused. “In fact, my track record dictates a change. Toss in some cream and two sugars.”
“My mother cleared out the sugar.”
She turned her attention to the screen and said, “Casey told me where you hide the sugar. I take sugar, not that sweetener crap. There’s enough sourness from my great aunt.”
I laughed as I stood up. Damn. I liked her more and more every single time she opened her damn mouth.
She was a keeper, that was for sure.
CHAPTER NINE – MALLORY
I blew out a long breath as Cameron left to make coffee.
My mother had been right. Working with a guy you were attracted to was a terrible idea. I’d never tell her that, of course, but she was right.
It was only—what? Day three? And it was already becoming a problem.
The worst part was that I was sure he knew I was attracted to him thanks to my shiver earlier when he’d touched me.
My body had given me away more than once in that conversation, and now I was sitting here, on his very comfortable chair, and I was totally sure that I could feel the imprint of his ass on the seat.
I wriggled.
Yup.
There it was.
It was a nice imprint.
I sighed and focused back on my work. I didn’t have to wait long for my coffee because Cameron brought it back a few minutes later. I smiled at him as he set it down on a coaster.
“Thanks,” I said, reaching for it. “Are you sure me using your computer isn’t a problem? Don’t you have work to do?”
