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Dex shot a look at me with a raised brow, then went back to the box and plucked a Boston Cream from the bunch. “Thanks for the morning sugar, Sugar.”
I rolled my eyes. “Enjoy.”
Preston watched his brother walk away. “Did he want something?”
I stood and let my dress float around my hips. “Have a Honey Glazed, PMS. He was just handling the phones.”
“Oh.” He tapped his fingers on the corner of my desk. “I shouldn’t.”
“You should. I’ll see if I can find your coffee.”
“Oh, would you?” His face brightened. “I’m getting tired of the ones you found for me in the supply closet. They’re good, and I appreciate it, but…”
“They’re not what you like.” I nudged the box farther under my desk.
His gaze drifted to my mouth. “No. Not what I like.”
I did a cursory scan of the room to make sure we were alone, then leaned forward to slide my fingers down the buttons of his vest. “A little warm for this, isn’t it?”
His tongue flicked out to wet his lips. “It’s a summer blend.”
“Is this because of what we talked about yesterday?”
“It’s simply the next suit in my closet.”
“Sure.”
He gave me a wolfish smile, then took a donut. “Meet me in my office, Miss Moon. I have some correspondence you need to attend to.”
“Shall I bring my steno book?” I called after him.
He didn’t reply, just shut his door behind him.
The fact that he assumed I would follow him like a docile little kitten annoyed me enough that I pulled out a pod of his coffee and stuck it in my pocket. Knowing it was so close to him and yet so far made me hum a happy little tune.
I took the llama mug out of the bag and washed it before turning on my electric kettle at the small kitchen station in the break room. Would serve him right to have tea today.
I took out one of my tea infusers, also a llama and filled the little belly with loose leaves, then set it in the mug and poured hot water over it. I brought it back to my desk with me and while I waited for it to steep, I had a fritter.
The blinds were opened in his office and he kept looking up at me as I ate.
Very, very slowly.
He gave me a hard stare, but I didn’t budge until it was officially nine o’clock.
I licked my middle finger and gave him a wide smile before picking up his mug and the legal pad I used to scribble things on during the day. I went to his door and gave it a sharp rap with my knuckle.
“You know very well I’m waiting for you, Miss Moon.”
I opened the door. “Yes, Mr. Shaw,” I answered with a saccharine smile.
Miss Moon was better than Moonbeam, I supposed. Marginally.
His eyes narrowed at my mug. “What is that?”
“Oh, just a little something to get you through until I can track down that pesky box.” I set it down in the middle of his leather blotter, making sure the llama stared right at him. “How’s Smoky?”
His mouth opened, but no words came out. He frowned. “What?”
