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Effie giggled.
“I don’t think every Greek man can be well hung,” Tessie told her skeptically.
“Find that out for us, will you?” Chardonnay said with a grin.
“I just might,” Tessie said.
“I bet none of them would be as well hung as Steele,” Cilla said.
“Cilla!” Tessie scolded.
“What? He’s got to be huge all over. And I reckon Grady is too. Imagine being in that man-sandwich.”
“What?” she asked, her eyes wide.
“Oh, you haven’t heard?” Cilla asked. “They like to share.”
Yikes.
“Jeez, Cilla, you’re terrifying the poor girl,” Chardonnay said. “They like to share, Effie. But I’ve never known them to have a girlfriend.”
Wow. Never?
“Effie, will you help me with a dance move later?” Cilla asked.
“Sure! Of course I will.”
Chardonnay picked up a piece of brownie. “I gotta go. Thanks for the brownie, Effie.”
“No problem.”
They all left and she got back to work. That was untilhewalked into the office. She hadn’t seen Damon Steele much since she’d started working here. But when he was around . . . he was there. Filling up space. Sucking out the air in the room.
But not in a bad way. In a way that meant she couldn’t breathe . . . because he was Steele.
Dominant. Strong. Sexy.
It was pretty disappointing that she didn’t have a lot to do with him. Or with Grady. Sure, she was his assistant, but many of his instructions came to her via email or text.
If she was insecure, she’d think they were avoiding her.
But that was just silly.
Wasn’t it?
“Hello, Mr. Steele,” she said with a smile, trying to hide the way he affected her.
He raised an eyebrow. “You know better, Miss Effie.”
“Um, right. Steele, can I help you?” She attempted to sound professional while sitting on a seriously comfy chair in a dingy, dark office that had really seen better days, but which she’d tried to brighten up.
She’d bought a couple of throw cushions for the chesterfield. She’d wanted the ones with sequins that were in the shape of different animals. But instead, she’d gone for animal print. She figured that was safer. Even if one of them was pink, black, and yellow. So not exactly masculine.
She’d also put a really bright rug down on the floor and a few pictures on the walls. Grady had told her to make the office her own. He’d claimed he was hardly ever in there, so it was all hers.
So she’d done that.
“This place is . . . different.”
