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“Oh shit. Did I stick my foot in my mouth?”
“How about we go shopping for bar selections?”
He shrugs. “Why not? It’s a perfect day to get out of town.”
I slide off my stool. “Let me change really quick.”
He snaps his fingers to stop me. “Cohen is having a barbeque tonight at his house. Come with me.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, it’ll be fun.”
I nod, a smile taking over my face. I walk out of the kitchen and skip to my bedroom when I’m out of his sight.
16
Sierra
“First things first,”I say, whipping around and walking backward facing Maliki. “The desk has to go bye-bye.”
He tilts his head to the side. “What’s wrong with my desk?”
“What’s wrong with it is, you banged Penny and who knows how many other women on it.”
My answer captures the attention of an elderly couple passing by. The woman gasps, clasping her hand over her mouth as if I were straddling Maliki instead of making small talk, and then moves her hand over her heart. She shakes her head, snatches the man’s hand, and pulls him away.
Maliki shakes his head. “You can’t trash my desk for that reason.”
“Do you possess a sentimental attachment to said desk other than it being your go-to spot for screwing? Family heirloom?” I tsk him. “Which would be disrespectful as fuck to your elders.”
“No, Sierra. I’m not having sex on family heirlooms.”
Another odd glance comes our way from a passerby. I should’ve brought this up in the car.
He drops his tone. “Why do you care about the desk so much?”
Because I’ve been falling in love with you since I was eighteen.
I clear my throat and shrug. “I don’t want to hang out with your sex juices if I ever work in your office.”
“Sex juices?” A grin plays at his lips. “You’re nuts, and please never use the termsex juicesagain.”
“Whatever.” I loop my arm through his and lead us to the office furniture department in the store we’re in. “New desk, here we come.” When we reach the spot, I twirl on my heels and gesture to the options. “What look are we going for, Mr. Bridges?”
He scratches his head, and instead of searching out a desk, he fixes his attention on me. “You pick. You’re the one demanding it be replaced.”
“All righty, I see this is an area you’re giving me creative control on.” I grab his hand and walk us through the aisles.
“As long as it’s not pink or covered in sequins, which seems to be my niece’s style, I’m good.”
“I wouldn’t do that to your desk. The stools, on the other hand …” I grin back at him. “This might be the time to mention, they most definitely have sequins.”
He shakes his head, a smile tugging at his lips. “You’re such a pain in my ass.”
“Get used to it.”
“Trust me, I did years ago.”
