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‘Love you too. Bye.’ I hung up, exhaled then returned to my desk.

The afternoon flew by and before I knew it, the office had emptied out. Not surprising, considering it was Friday night.

I refreshed my email. Blake hadn’t replied to the message I’d sent with the brief, but I supposed it was to be expected. He was probably busy in meetings. Without his feedback, there wasn’t much more I could do for today, so I decided to head home.

Dana was on a hot date tonight and Joe was on holiday.

At least I’d have time to make a dent in Joe’s film list as part of my popular culture homework. I’d treat myself to a Chinese takeaway too.

I pulled out my phone and examined the list he’d texted me.

He’d helpfully organised them in terms of popular tropes.

My eyes stopped on the workplace romance category.

There was a long list of films including The Hating Game and Two Weeks Notice, but I was particularly intrigued by The Proposal which Joe had put in bold.

I looked it up online and when I saw that it was about a book editor marrying her assistant, my imagination went into overdrive.

The characters worked in publishing just like I did and it was all about their office romance.

Sold.

That was my Friday night plan sorted.

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BLAKE

As I settled into the seat on the Devlin private jet, my finger hovered over the phone keypad.

I’d already broken enough rules by fucking Ellie, so I shouldn’t even be thinking about calling her. Especially on a Friday evening.

Although we’d been emailing multiple times a day, we’d kept everything professional.

But exchanging messages wasn’t the same as seeing her in person. And as hard as I’d tried, I couldn’t stop thinking about her.

Despite the close call with my brothers earlier this week, thankfully no one knew about us.

We’d got away with it.

We’d had our cake and eaten it.

Multiple times.

The smart thing would be to quit whilst I was ahead.

But I still couldn’t shake the need to see her.

I’d hoped that fucking her would get this ridiculous infatuation out of my system. Except it’d had the opposite effect.

I’d lost count of how many times I’d replayed her blowing me under my desk.

Naturally, my brothers were pissed that I’d ended the video call abruptly. And when I’d called back, they’d asked what the hell had happened. I told them I’d eaten something dodgy and knew I was about to throw up, so cut the call to avoid splattering my guts over the computer screen.

If they knew that it was my jizz that could’ve sprayed across the screen if Ellie hadn’t graciously swallowed, they would’ve thanked me for sparing them.

Then reported me to the board.