Page 32 of Vanilla and Vice


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She froze with her shirt midway over her head, and her eyes went wide.

“What are you doing?” she asked breathlessly.

My eyes rushed over her half-naked body before landing on the overflowing cleavage above her bra. It was apparently too small for her.

“Can I help you with something?” she asked, trying to cover as much as she could with her arms and hands.

“I should be asking you both of those questions. You are aware that this is the men’s locker room, right?”

Her eyes went wide before she turned her head from side to side to take in her surroundings.

“Oh, my god. I’m so sorry, Mr. Hale. I had no idea—”

“I told you not to call me that,” I snapped, cutting her off midsentence.

She stiffened, drawing my attention to her tense posture. My eyes dipped over her folded arms on her chest before taking in her flat stomach and small, adorable belly button.

I wanted to lick it, before kissing my way down and sucking in her sweetness.

“Sorry, sir,” she said sarcastically, making my hard cock throb inside my slacks. “Is that better?”

She lifted a brow in question while still attempting to cover herself.

She wasn’t doing an outstanding job of it, and I was able to see every succulent piece of her flesh except for whatever was hiding behind her thin white panties and folded arms.

The words I wanted to say weighed heavily on my tongue, but I didn’t speak them out loud no matter how much I wanted to see the sweet blush tint her cheeks.

That’s right.

Call me sir, angel.

Call me sir before you suck my hard throbbing cock between your sweet lips.

“Just forget it,” I snapped. “Put your fucking clothes on and get out of the men’s locker room.”

And then I fled, turning on my heels and leaving her beautiful face with a look of confusion and frustration. This would not work.

I had overestimated my patience and abilities.

I wanted Eden.

I wanted her so fucking badly my body was burning for her.

I knew next to nothing about her minus the fact that she could hardly afford a decent pair of shoes and she had one of the best asses I had ever laid eyes on, but I wanted her so badly my blood boiled.

I was scorched from the inside out for her, my brain frying and leaving my thoughts screaming and scattering like a wounded animal.

My focus was on all things her, leaving important things like work and numbers sitting in the back untouched. My job and the numbers were always the most important things to me, but I left the locker room without even checking or thinking about the leak in there again.

It wasn’t until a security member came into my office later in the day and informed that the room had a bit of flooding that I remembered the reason I had even gone into the locker room in the first place.

No.

She had to go.

But firing her was out the question.

The last thing I needed was Kennedy on my ass. She was ballsy and, honestly, scary as fuck. I didn’t want her on my bad side for the next few months. I had pissed her off once, and she made my life a living hell for two months. I had a feeling fucking with her family would get me at least six.

Eden needed to quit.

End of subject.

I was the only one who could make that happen, and I knew exactly how to do it.

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