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“Well you see, Mr. CEO that’s the thing. Actually, I can talk to you however I want because you need me. I’m just that good. What would you do without me? And besides, I’m just doing my job,” Meghan told me, in a passive aggressive tone.

I raised an eyebrow. “Is that what you tell yourself?”

Meghan snorted. “Is that whatyoutell yourself?”

I raised my eyebrows. “In fact, I tell myself a lot of things about you.” I nudged her under the table with my knee. She immediately jerked away.

Meghan unfolded her arms and reached for her drink. “Don’t you have anything better to do than annoy me? There must be some new toy you want to buy or something.”

“This is a lot more entertaining. In fact, you’re a lot more entertaining. But if it’s toys you're interested in, I have a few in mind that you might like.”

Meghan made a low frustrated sound. “I’m trying to enjoy my lunch break.” She slid lower in her chair, her elbows propped up on the table, holding her book up in front of her face, blocking me from seeing her. The red cover, and the woman on it staring back at me.

“What a coincidence. So am I.”

I had no idea why I liked seeing her get worked up, but I did.

The more I pushed, the more she pushed back.

And a part of me thought it had something to do with the little song and dance we’d been doing since I met her. Meghan had always been able to get under my skin, even when she was young. But since I’d become the CEO of my father’s company, and her boss, things between us had changed.

Not necessarily for the better.

Working with her daily, I found myself thinking of her much more often than I wanted to.

Imagining what it would be like to call her into my office for a “meeting”. To lay her out on my desk and suck on her full soft breasts. Or take a handful of her dark hair in my fist and pull her head back, while I tasted the skin on her neck. Or, how I could make her scream while I pulled her hips down on top of me and lapped up her center. She’d beg for more. She’d probably scream for more. It’d probably be the only time she’d submit to me. Her soft supple body; mine for the taking.

Fuck. The thought made me hard.

I shook my head and reached for her bottle of water on the table and took a long sip. “What’s the matter, Meg? You don’t mind, do you?” She rolled her eyes at the nickname, one she always said she hated. So of course, I had to call her by it every chance I got.

“I have better things to do with my time, Killian,” Meghan snapped. “And we’re not in the office right now, so until I set foot in the building, I’m not on your time.”

I stood up and came to a stop in front of her. Her breath hitched in her throat as she looked up at me, a myriad of emotions dancing across her face. With a smirk, I leaned forward over her and placed my hand on the book.

“So do I, Meg. Enjoy your smut.”

“It isnotsmut. Now, go away.” Meghan huffed, pulling the book out of my hand.

I stood up straighter and grinned. “What’s the matter, Meg? Did I hit a little too close to home?”

The flush in her cheeks, and the thin sheen of sweat on her forehead was giving her away, and I loved every minute of it.

It gave me a strange sense of satisfaction to know I wasn’t the only one affected.

I liked knowing that Meghan felt the energy crackling between us, a living, breathing thing.

Even if I knew neither of us could ever act on it.

“Killian?”

“Hmm?”

“You can go ahead and kiss my ass,” Meghan told me, with a sweet smile. “Respectfully, of course.”

My lips twitched in amusement. “I’d love nothing more than to kiss that ass of yours. I’ll see you back in the office, Meg.” Her mouth fell open, her eyes wide, and she searched for a response.

Without giving her time to respond I smirked at her and walked away, feeling her eyes on me the entire way. As soon as I set foot outside, I tilted my head in the direction of the window and saw her eyeing me over the top of her book. She lifted her book back up when she saw me stare and hid herself.

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