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“I—I—”What the fuck is wrong with me?“I—”
“Oh, shit. Are you having a stroke?”
“Awhat?”
“You’re stuttering. Isn’t that the first sign of a stroke? Should I call nine-one-one?”
“What? No! I’m not having a goddamn stroke. I called to tell you the reports for the West Side project need to be finalized. You’ll need to work through lunch.”
“I thought those weren’t due for another few weeks.”
“Are you questioning me, Miss Evans?”She should be. I’m losing it.
Her lips press together, and I bet she’s calling me a colorful array of names in her head. “Absolutely not, Mr. Monroe. Is there anything else?”
“Where the hell is my coffee?”
“Coming right up,sir.” She salutes and walks out. Fuuuck. Now I need to start working on the damn West Side project so I have a reason to keep her in my office over lunch.
Chapter fourteen
Fay
WhatthehellamI doing here?Money. He’s paying you a lot of money.Which I also need since Mindy’s contact last night didn’t pan out. At least Theo cleared the air about what happened last night.Hot, steamy finger sex.And about what’snotgoingto happen again.More hot, steamy finger sex.Which is a-okay with me. I’m not into jerks. Even if he’s sexy, built like a Greek god, and from what I felt, fully packing. A small delirious giggle escapes my lips as I press the K-cup into the machine and start it.
“What are you so smiley about?” I lift my head as Julie walks in. “Could it have anything to do with being fired and then rehired with a hefty salary increase?”
I open my mouth to reply, but my answer gets lodged in my throat. Mentioning that I got an inappropriate yet super-hot orgasm from my boss is probably not what I wanted traveling around the office. “I’m, um, good at what I do? And technically, I quit. Hebeggedme to come back. Hence why I’m here.” Julie’s lips thin as she walks past me. My coffee finishes brewing. “Welp, see ya around!”
I walk out, annoyed by her comment. The workplace rumor mill is vicious. God knows what people are saying about why I’m backandgot a raise. They probably think I’m sleeping with the boss. IwishI was sleeping with the boss but still. . .
“Hey, Fay?” I turn to see Amy flagging me down.
“Hey, Amy. What’s up?”
“Sorry to bother you, but I have a Fredrick Christoph on line two wanting to talk to you? It’s about the clothing Mr. Monroe personally ordered for you.”
Amy’s timing couldn’t be any worse. Tricia from Marketing and Kyle walk by, and Tricia’s brows rise to the ceiling before she and Kyle share a knowing look.
“Oh, you must have heard him wrong. They’re for him. I’ll just call him—”
“Except he said it’s specifically for you. From aprivatecollection.” Goddammit, Amy! “Did you want me to—”
“Just send him through. I’ll take it. Thanks.” I hurry off, ignoring the whispering employees. Without knocking, I burst into Theo’s office, place his coffee in front of him, and stare him down.
“I’ll need to call you back.” He hangs up. “Is there something wrong?”
“The whole office knows I got a raise. Wanna know why they think I got it?”
“You earned it?”
“Yeah! By sleeping withorblackmailing you. But I’m gonna assume the sleeping with rumor is winning because Amy just stopped me to tell me some Fredrick guy has dresses for me to try on?”
“Give me the names.”
“What?”
“Give me the employees’ names so I can reprimand them.”
