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Lost in my thoughts, a noise comes from outside my office door, and I raise my head. I hear Fay’s voice, which starts to calm me, but then it’s followed by that little shit from Research. I grab my phone and hit the intercom. “Miss Evans, I’ll take my coffee and agenda if you’re quite finished.” I slam it back on the receiver.
With a quick knock on my door, Fay walks in, holding my coffee. “Morning. Here’s your coffee, nice and hot.”
I observe her expression as she walks in and sets the mug on my desk. Either she’s trying to play coy, or she doesn’t remember. Interesting.
“How are you feeling this morning? Refreshed?”
Her brows rise in confusion. “Yeah, um. . . fine. And you?”
I’m going with the latter. I lean back in my chair, loving her discomfort. I decide to push it a little further. “Who were you thinking about when you came last night?”
Her eyes widen, and she sucks her bottom lip into her mouth, running her palms down her skirt. My eyes drop, trailing her movements, imagining my tongue running up her thighs.
“I’m. . . uh, not really sure what you’re talking about.”
“I heard you coming. It’s a very distinct sound when a woman orgasms.” Her cheeks blaze crimson, and my cock jerks. I’m taking this too far. Even mentioning it was a bad move. Now, it’s all I can think about. “But I am curious who you were thinking about.”
Her mouth parts. Fuck, the things I want to do to those lips. I bet—no, I know they would be heavenly.
“Yeah, again, I’m not sure what you’re talking—”
“Check your call log, Miss Evans. You may have forgotten, but I didn’t.”
I’ve stunned the words right out of her. “Shall I take a guess—”
“No! No. It was no one. Look, I was drinking. Anything I saidordid was due to alcohol.”
I stay silent, the nervous shifting of her body and the small shake in her voice showing how uncomfortable she is. “You must have called at a bad time.”
“I think I called at the perfect time.” Her lips part, and I imagine shoving my cock between them. I lean forward and reach for my coffee. “I’ll take it as a compliment.”
“Wait. I didn’t say it was you—”
“And I’ll take another cup.” She closes and opens her mouth. I may have broken her. “Is there anything else, Miss Evans?”
“No. Nothing else.” I clench my fist around my mug as she walks out. I need to stop this little game with her and stick to my original rule. Look but don’t touch.
Fay
Once the door closes behind me, I squeeze my eyes closed and scream,“Fuck!”in my head. That did not just happen. Ididn’tdo that last night. Then I remember my vibrator on the floor. . . “Fuck!” I hiss through my teeth. It all comes rushing back—the tequila, the call, his voice. How could my subconscious allow me to do that?Because your subconscious was also drunk. Dammit, I did drink a lot.
I can’t go back in there. I absolutelycannotgo back in there. I raise my chin to the ceiling and whisper, “Please let a black hole open up and swallow me whole.”Dammit, Fay.I bury my face in my hands. I’m never drinking again.
The intercom from my phone buzzes. “My agenda, Miss Evans.”
My thighs clench. Oh God, I totally have an asshole fetish. “Coming.” No! Shit. “As in. . . about to enter your office.” I may hate myself more than I hate him. Is hate-fucking a thing?Definitelya bucket list item. I grab my notebook with his printed agenda. When I return, he’s sitting at the worktable, a smug smile on his face.
Oh, to hell with this.I twist on my heel to run.
“Sit down, Miss Evans,” he demands.
“I forgot my pen.”Please don’t notice the one in my hand.
“There are plenty here. Now, let’s get started.”
I commend him for being so professional. Well, minus the whole calling me out for the alleged phone sex. Still not fessing up to that. And not thatwewere having phone sex.Iapparently was having solo sex, and he just got to listen. Also, remind me why Isuck so bad!
“Fay, it will only be uncomfortable if you make it that way.”
