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Sage’s ass was the first thing I saw as I walked into my office.
The best part? Her skirt was wet, so the skirt clung more than usual to her generous curves.
The worst part? She was standing on the second-to-top step of a ladder in front of my windows, stringing flashing mini red and white hearts around the frame.
“Have you lost your bloody mind?”
Okay, maybe that came out a bit louder than I’d expected. I also didn’t expect her to shriek, flail, lose her hold on the lights, and then pinwheel her arms as she fell backward.
I dropped my unsecured briefcase, scattering papers everywhere, and rushed forward to catch her, nabbing her at the very last second. She wasn’t happy to be saved, however.
“You asshat!” Bouncing hearts wobbled on the headband precariously perched on her head as she angled herself into position to try to assault me. She missed. “I could’ve been seriously hurt.”
Shifting her weight, I eased a hip on my desk. I was in no hurry to let her go, crazy headband and all. “I’m an asshat? You’re in here hanging up stuff you know I don’t like and then you nearly fall so you can sue me for millions.”
Her lips twitched. “You don’t have millions to sue for.”
“Au contraire, my little muffin.”
She snorted and wiggled against me, waking up another part of my anatomy. Her big green eyes popped even wider. “Seriously? It’s lunchtime.”
“I already ate.” I lowered my head and took a healthy sniff of her hair. She carried the scent of the lake with her today, salty and pure. “And I could get hard for you morning, noon, and night.”
“As you’ve proven.” She took a quick glance at the door and some of my hard-on deflated. Of course she was worrying about being discovered.
Because we were just a big ol’ secret.
“Is Seth out there?”
“Making out with Ally in his office, I’m sure.”
She sniffed. “Not everyone is a horndog on speed like you are.”
“You like that I’m a horndog on speed. Not that I’d ever use that particular phrasing.”
“You just did.”
“Your logic defies explanation, as usual.” I righted her on my lap and gathered the lights she still grasped as if they were a lifeline. It was only then that I noticed the streamers. And the foil hearts. And the little plastic doohickeys dancing in my neat row of plants. “What the hell?”
“I had a rough day.” She shrugged.
“And that caused you to defile my office?” That would only make sense to Sage.
“I knew it’d piss you off, and I wanted a fight.” She shrugged again, her cheeks turning pink. “It’s probably PMS. Or something else even worse,” she added in an undertone.
“You wanted a fight. So you put up Valentine’s garbage everywhere, and then blame it on PMS.” I shook my head. “This is why my relationships last a month, max.”
It was not the right thing to say. At all.
She shoved at me, jerking off my lap. “You know what? I’ve probably already reached my expiration date then. So why don’t we just—”
Panic gripped my throat and I hauled her against me. “I’m sorry. I’m an asshat.” Not a word I’d use under normal circumstances, but desperate times. I righted her headband. “I had a rough day.”
She angled her head and her headband hearts bounced. “You aren’t allowed to turn my own words back on me after you said something mean.”
“It was mean, and I apologize, as I said. But it’s true.” She started to bolt, but I clasped her wrist and held firm. “I don’t know how to do this. I’ve never had to before.”
“Do what, exactly?”
