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“Hey, Ben, you…”
A tingle raced down my spine at the sound of Grace’s voice.
I hadn’t even turned around, and yet I felt her. That electric pull that somehow tied us together despite how much I wanted to sever it. Her scent flooded my nostrils, probably flooded the entire room, a soft flowery musk that always got my dick hard.
Cory had gone silent beside me. His hands fidgeted in front of him while he watched her with wide eyes. I’d also noticed that he’d stepped to the side, to get a better look.
When I finally turned, she appeared…
Fuck.
She was so hot. Blindingly hot and the picture of perfection.
She wore a gray dress that hugged her curvy hips. Her legs were in black stockings and she wore black boots that went up to her knees. A black coat was slung over her arm and she gripped the straps of her purse with the other hand. Thick, black bracelets wrapped around her wrists. Red lips taunted me to kiss them and her auburn hair tempted me to run my fingers through the shiny strands. My hands itched to reach out and touch her, any part of her that she’d let me. But I knew she’d never allow me to put my hands on her again.
And even if she did you promised yourself no more random hookups.
“Grace? What are you doing here?”
She fisted her hands on her hips and shot me an annoyed look. “Don’t tell me you forgot.” Even while frustrated with me, she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. “We’re on swag duty.”
Shit. I had forgotten, despite the thousands of boxes tucked away in the two boardrooms. The days of the week had all blurred together now that Cory was at my side every second.
But I had to admit, I was having fun running through fake filming scenario
s with him. Even though it felt like he was teaching me more than I was teaching him.
“Who’s this?” She pointed to my intern.
“Cory.” I cleared my throat, straightening myself against her scrutiny. “He’s in film school at Shaw College and interning here.”
Her eyebrows lifted in surprise. “You have an intern?” She let out a squeaky laugh.
“I practically forced my way into White Lace,” Cory said with a proud smile.
“You were relentless.” I laughed. If filmmaking wasn’t in his future he’d be a good lawyer.
“And it’s your plan to film porn?” Grace asked.
“Well…I don’t know.” Cory shrugged, pulling at the hem of his shirt. Grace was making him uncomfortable, although I had no idea if it was because of her mere presence or her questions about his future. “The possibilities of where I end up are endless, but I knew with interning here I wouldn’t be getting the same set of boring fundamentals that everyone else is.”
“Hey, I’m teaching some stuff.” I turned away and mumbled under my breath, “I think.”
“I don’t mean you’re not teaching me. I meant interning here gives me an edge over everyone else because it isn’t traditional.” He walked forward and I thought maybe he was going to put a hand on my arm—like he was the adult and I was the child in need of consoling. “You’re teaching me things without even knowing what you’re teaching because you didn’t learn from a book.”
And thank fuck I didn’t. I wouldn’t have lasted.
I didn’t last.
I turned back to Grace. Our eyes met, and for the quickest second, her eyes widened, the emerald green of them darkening with desire. But I didn’t have time to consider what it meant, because then she was all over me.
“What the hell are you wearing?” She’d secured one hand in the crook of her opposite elbow.
“Clothes.” I looked down at myself. I’d been proud of putting on these khakis this morning.
“Where are your jeans? Cargo pants?” She looked up at me, a weird scrunch to her face I’d never seen before. “And your hair is pulled back.” The hand that had been secured now waved in front of me as she got more curious. “You look like a fraternity reject.” She laughed.
“I’m a teacher now.” I straightened my shoulders. No one else needed to know that when I pulled these pants out of the closest this morning the tags were still on them.
