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Not at all, to be honest. And that was after I’d inadvertently made him tidy his desk thanks to a rogue cup of coffee and a coaster.
I left the office before I had the urge to tidy it and moved into a sleek, black kitchen.
Jesus, this place was every inch the bachelor pad, wasn’t it? Would I stumble upon a Christian Grey-esque red room on my way through the property?
I took a breath and turned.
And found Cameron.
My boss.
In front of the fridge.
Wearing nothing but a white towel around his waist.
Giving me a damn good view of his body. There were abs for days, at least fifty of them, and about ten pecs.
Mind you, that could have been my view as I panicked about the fact my boss was basically naked in front of me.
I shrieked, jumping back and turning around, almost tossing myself into a door as I did so. “Oh my God. I’m sorry.”
There was a breathy chuckle from behind me. “Sorry. I didn’t know you’d be here this quickly.”
“You told me it was an emergency,” I said to the door in front of me. “So I hurried.”
“Yeah. Your odd socks give you away.”
“Huh?”
“One is neon yellow and the other is pink.”
I looked down. “Shit.”
Cameron laughed. “Come on. Turn around. I promise I won’t let the towel drop.”
“I don’t—maybe that’s not a good idea.”
“Mallory, all you have to do is turn around and give me the folder, and then you can run out of here. You’re wearing sneakers. You can do that. And probably trip over your own feet.”
“Shut up!” I turned around to look at him and froze. He’d won.
He was such a shit.
Cameron grinned, leaning forward, clutching the towel at his hip. “Sorry. Drop the info on the island, and I’ll take a look before I go to his house. He’ll want to comb over them all anyway. Then you can go and take your embarrassment with you.”
“I’m not embarrassed!” I said right as my cheeks turned a flattering shade of bright red. “I’m just shocked!”
“Uh-huh.” Cameron took the folder from me and put it on the island. “By the way, Mallory, my face is a few inches higher. As much as I’m sure my belly button would like to hear what you have to say.”
I swallowed hard and snapped my gaze up. It wasn’t my fault. He was standing in front of me in his kitchen looking like a fucking walking wet dream, and he was calling me out for looking at his abs? Not to mention that goddamn highway to heaven that curved over his hips and dipped down under his towel.
“You—you shut up!” I retorted, jabbing my keys at him. “I’m going to get ready to work, and I don’t want to listen to this nonsense about me talking to your belly button!”
“Eyes are up here.”
“Put some damn clothes on!” I snapped, turning on my heel and walking back into through the office and the living room.
The sound of Cameron’s laughter reached me as I got to the hall and yanked open the front door.
“Bye!” I yelled, slamming it behind me and running down the path to my mom’s car.
It was only when I’d securely locked myself inside the vehicle that I took a deep breath.
I’d basically seen my boss naked. Little white towels were the things that dreams were made of, and I swear to God my dream had just fucking well come true right there and then.
A tall, dark, handsome man, wearing nothing but a white towel with abs for days and biceps that would make a rock weep.
Jesus.
I banged my head against the steering wheel three times. The third time, I hit the fucking horn and made it blare out, and a front door opening made me jam the key in the ignition and make the car come to life.
I pulled away from Cameron’s house, quickly making the journey back to my house, leaving behind the memory of my hot as hell boss.
In theory.
Not many red-blooded single women could let go of that idea in their head. I was both red-blooded and very, very single, so I couldn’t.
I was so single that my vagina had pretty much sewn itself up in anticipation of never getting laid again.
My heart thumped, and I swear I was still blushing as I pulled up on my driveway. The image of Cameron in the towel was firmly stuck in my head. My clitoris was basically crying that I’d left him there looking like a wet dream.
How was I ever going to face him again?
I’d have to quit my job. That was it. The only way to fix this was to quit and never see him ever, ever, ever again.
Slightly dramatic, but I did have a flair for it.
I sat in the car and pulled up my phone.
