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Creeping to the edge of the break room, I lean my head out to watch him stomp down the hall. He has a delectable ass. Firm, round, and so squeezable. I didn’t find anything in his past to indicate he was a baseball player, but he has the ass of a catcher. The memory of how it clenched in my hands when he drove into me pops unbidden into my mind.
Hate to see you go, but I love to watch you leave.
Ouch.Bit my lip a-fucking-gain. Clearly, my lip is in grave peril if he’s in my vicinity.
I shake my head to blow off the fog of arousal that his presence incites. Glancing over my shoulder, I’m met with the striking azure eyes of Redleg’s profiler, Sue. She’s also the wife of Leo Mason, the giant bodyguard who is often thought of as Big Al’s second in command.
I haven’t been formally introduced to her, but I know who she is from myresearch.
Yep. That’s what we’re calling it. Research.
Boring, non-invasive, and totally not-illegal-to-gather research.
I stick my hand out for a shake while wondering how she was able to sneak up on me that well. “Hi, Sue. I’m Mia.”
She glances at my hand, back to my face, then at my hand once more before shaking it weakly. “How do you know my name? Isn’t this your first day?”
Odd greeting, but fitting. She wasn’t in the impromptu meeting when I was introduced to some of my coworkers on the day Big Al hired me.
Offering a pleasant smile, I reply, “I did my research on my new coworkers.”
Her face pinches. “That’s kind of creepy.”
She’s right. Itiscreepy.
Because I’m a creeping creeper who creeps.
“Sorry.” I dip my face and shrug my shoulders, trying to match her energy. “Just wanted to know who was going to be on my team. I don’t like surprises.”
Her expression softens, and her eyes flit back up to mine. “Same. Surprises suck.”
We share a slightly awkward chuckle.
“Well, it was nice to meet you officially, Sue. I guess I better be going. I’ve got to meet with Big Al soon.”
She bobs her chin in a curt nod, but before I can pass by her in the doorway, she leans close and whispers, “I won’t tell anyone Klein hates you. I don’t like to talk to people anyhow.”
A deep laugh bubbles out of me, which makes her grin grow wide.
She’s pretty in an unassuming way. I bet she has no idea how attractive she is. Her laugh is infectious too.
I guess she witnessed my interaction with Mr. Grumpy Pants with the squeezable catcher’s tush.
“Thanks, Susie Q. However, I suspect he’ll make his feelings for me known. I don’t think he’s the type of person who can hide his emotions.”
“He’s not. Even I can tell what he’s feeling most of the time.” Her eyes narrow suspiciously at me, and her smile fades. “Wait. Why did you call me Susie Q?”
Oh shit.
Is this the part when she figures out that I’ve read most of her recent text messages with her large Irish family?
Nah. She won’t be able to tell that I invaded her privacy.
Just more of thatresearch, said the creeper.
Playing it off, I casually flick my wrist. “Just seemed fitting.”
I can tell in an instant she doesn’t believe me.Fuck a duck named Chuck. That’s just my luck.
