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He pried them away. “You gave it to me,” he said softly. “Because believe me, no one will get that footage away from me. It’smine.”
She pursed her lips. Why was she so mortified? She’d become a semi-regular at a voyeurism club. So he’d seen her touch herself. He’d seen that and more in the past week anyway. But something about it happening in his office, before they’d been lovers… “You don’t think I’m some sort of weirdo?”
“Well, yeah, but I don’t mind.” He laughed as she smacked his shoulder. “No, I don’t. I still can’t believe you went for it at work, but hell, I appreciate your creativity.”
“Thank you.” She nodded, trying to keep a straight face. “That means a lot coming from my boss.” After a moment, she bit her lip. “It was sexy? For real?”
“Oh yeah.” The heat in his eyes told her succinctly that he wasn’t lying. “Someday I may even let you watch it, if you’re a good girl.”
“I’m always good.” She blinked innocently. “Especially when I’m bad.”
“No arguments there.” He rose and looked at his watch. “Now, Ms. Crossman, I do believe you’re extremely late. Your great boss can only overlook that for so long. Especially since his sister is your immediate supervisor and she’ll scream his ear off if she’s down a manager much longer.” The corner of his mouth tipped up. “Plus I’m pretty sure you’ll need to stop by your place to change for work, as much as I liked that red dress on you.”
Kelly grinned and got to her feet. “Indeed. Speaking of my red dress, where’d you put it?”
* * *
The evening came more quickly than he wished. If he’d ever anticipated a business meeting less, he didn’t remember it. He didn’t even know why. The Sinclairs visited every few months and usually liked to spend a few hours with him, going over the numbers, discussing their vision.
Tonight was actually an excellent time for a meeting, what with all he and Kelly had discussed that afternoon. He was determined they hear what he had to say.
He liked them well enough and always enjoyed talking about the store—he was damn proud of how well they were doing with the expansion and otherwise—but tonight’s get-together filled him with dread. He’d mentioned the meeting to Mr. Sinclair that afternoon, trying to feel him out, but he’d gotten the distinct impression the man had no desire to discuss it.
Something felt very off.
And when a gorgeous brunette clad in a sapphire-blue slip dress strolled up to the corner table he’d arranged for them at Retreat, the very same table where he’d sat with Kelly and her friends the night before, he understood why.
“Hello, Spencer.” Diana’s smile reminded him of the sun’s rays glittering on the Atlantic—blinding, beautiful and impossible to stare at for more than a moment without getting a headache. “Long time, no see.”
