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Tomer and I remain frozen for a few seconds. It’s like we’re watching a bomb that’ll detonate if we so much as exhale.
Feeling our eyes on him, Klein twists his head to eviscerate us with a glare so fiery it ignites my panties. “What are you looking at? Get back to work or get a room!”
Adorable sexyjealousbaby.
How do I want to play this?Think, Mia, think.
On one hand, I’ve made him suffer enough, haven’t I? I should immediately deescalate the situation by reassuring him there is nothing between Tomer and me. While I’m at it, I should give him a heartfelt apology for wronging him and vow to make it up to him. Then we’ll kiss, fall in love, have a million orgasms, make beautiful babies, and grow old together.
That’s whatshouldhappen.
But what does happen is the complete opposite.
Remember when I said that women are usually their worst enemy?
Allow me to demonstrate.
Ladies and gentlemen, if you open up your hymnals to page eighty-three, you can join me in singing today’s hymn, “Oh, Mia, What The Fuck Is Wrong With You?”
Chapter12
She makes them good boys go bad
KLEIN
“Klein, as you know, I was recently tasked with reading the Redleg operations manual and employee handbook from cover to cover. Turns out, there isn’t a policy prohibiting fraternization between employees. So what’s happening here doesn’t violate any regulations, nor does it concern you.”
Tomer’s frame stiffens, and he drawls, “Uh, what?”
He slides back, finally extricating himself from Mia’s personal space. It’s quite possible he just saved his life.
Without taking her eyes off me, she puts her hand on the arm of Tomer’s chair, halting his retreat. “If you’ll excuse us, we’re working on a new case.”
Now they’re fucking working a new case without me? Tomer’s remaining life minutes are once again numbered.
Mia makes it worse when she licks her lips and adds, “Together. The two of us.”
Pushing himself away with more vigor, he breaks Mia’s hold on his chair arm and springs to a stand, lifting his hands like he’s been caught robbing a bank.
And he has. The bank ofHands Off Mia Because She’s Fucking Mine. FDIC insured.
“You guys need to work out your issues. Kiss, fuck, or kill each other. I don’t care, but I’m not getting involved in this. I’m going to lunch. You’ve got thirty minutes to fix your shit.”
He slams the door on his way out of the office.
Never seen Tomer angry before.
Don’t give a fucking shit right now.
I’m boiling with so much rage I wouldn’t be surprised if you could see the blood bubbling in my veins through my skin.
After all the bullshit I’ve endured recently— my mom, the half-assed promotion, the influx of cases, and being forced to work beside Mia— I’ve not only found my breaking point, but I’ve pole-vaulted over it.
Mia holds my gaze, arms crossed over her chest, making her cleavage more pronounced.
Like my body is no longer under my control, I jerk to an abrupt stand so I’m looming over her. Refusing to shy or cower, she rises to her feet and gets right in my face.
And her dick-stiffening beachy scent assaults me.
