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But Callum stopped speaking the moment he saw me.

His gaze moved over me once and I saw him visibly swallow as he took in what I was wearing. I saw the slight hardening in his jaw. I saw something dark and supremely satisfied moved through his expression before he locked it away and turned back to Dana as though the floor had not just opened beneath both of us.

Dana kept talking for another half sentence. Marcus glanced down at his phone. Benjamin, however, went completely still,which from him felt like someone had cut power to an entire city block.

Then I stepped out of the elevator.

CHAPTER 12

Avery

I walked to my desk before anyone could say anything and set my tote under the desk carefully, because careful movement had become necessary. I felt my bareness under my skirt with vivid intensity, every step reminding me how aroused I was just by being obedient and wearing what he told me. I lowered myself into the chair slowly, which turned out to be a bad idea because every inch of fabric brushing against my bare pussy reminded me of him.

I opened the operations guide to page twenty with the solemn focus of a woman trying to survive the most intense experience of her life. This particular section was about internal document routine, which was fantastic. Riveting. Life-changing.

I reached for my legal pad.

That was when I saw the envelope. It had been tucked under the top edge of the pad, flat and cream-colored, with only one thing written on the front.

My name in his handwriting.

I knew who had written it from birthday cards, condolence notes, and the crisp signature at the bottom of the job offer paperwork Benjamin had sent me.

For a moment, I only stared at it.

The office moved around me. Phones rang and someone laughed near the printer. Dana’s voice cut through a conference room wall with something about Hartwell while Benjamin typed furiously at his desk. Callum was no longer visible from where I sat.

My pulse moved lower in my body.

I glanced around once, as if the whole floor might be watching. No one was. Or, rather, Benjamin probably was, but he was not looking directly at me, which I chose to count as privacy.

I picked up the envelope and opened it.

The note inside was one sheet, folded once.

Avery,

I wrote this before you came in.

No, I did not check the lobby cameras. No, I did not ask security. No, I did not have Benjamin confirm your outfit, though I’m sure he would have enjoyed the opportunity to be insufferable.

I knew that you were going to wear the black pencil skirt.

I also know you are reading this with your face hot, your knees tight under the desk, wet and flustered and pretending my handwriting is not more interesting than the operations guide.

Do your work. Finish your training. Behave where people can see you.

I’ll deal with you after work.

C.

I read it once.

Then again.

My face went hot exactly as predicted. My knees were, infuriatingly, tight under the desk. And my body, which had clearly signed a separate employment contract with Callum Rowe, responded to the words ‘wet and flustered’ with an immediate, helpless pulse of need.

I folded the note too quickly and nearly gave myself a paper cut. I slipped the note into the back of my legal pad and opened the operations guide to page twenty again.