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it,my whole body screams.

Mousy Maya, as I’ve been calling her in my head, is easy to resist. Magnificent, fiery Maya is

nearly impossible to. She fucking yelled at me, and I want more of it. What else is she hiding beneath

those ugly dresses?

This isn’t me. Jonas was always the one who needed to figure shit out. Who would needle and dig

until he got to the bottom of things. But now, I want to chase her down the dead-end hallway she

stalked down, and force her to reveal herself. To give me more of her. Because it’s clear that there is

a fuck of a lot more to Maya Miller than meets the eye.

“Ah…did you know there’s a break room at the end of this hall?”

Closing my eyes, I drag in a breath and let her sheepish words wash over me. “Yeah, I did know

that.”

“Right. So…um, the elevator is that way?” I make a mental bet with myself, then open my eyes.

Winner, winner, she’s pointing down the hallway to the bathrooms.

The smile just won’t fucking stop. “No, not that way.”

She groans and stares at the ceiling. The panels are in here too. Those fucking things were a

nightmare to find. I had to call ten different places to find enough, then search through six floors of

maintenance closets to find a ladder tall enough. I didn’t finish until three this morning. I’ve

functioned on less sleep before, but usually because I was busy with more pleasurable things.

“I didn’t know,” she mutters.

“Know what?”

“That I had a bad sense of direction. I just…get distracted, or annoyed, and I don’t pay attention to

anything around me.”

“Distracted by what?”

She wanders over and drops down into the chair next to me. “Everything,” she says. “The lights,

the pings of people’s computers, the voices, the bright colors, my shoes.”

It’s hard, but I keep the smile off my face. “Your shoes?”

“Yeah, they pinch and annoy me.”

“Is that why you’re taking them off? You need better shoes, Maya.” I like saying her name.Maya.

Mine. Nope. Nevermind. Her name sucks.

“All shoes are the same, Zach. It doesn’t matter which ones I buy. They’re all the same. They’re