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It’s then I become aware of his thumb brushing back and forth across the skin of my cheek. When did he cup my face?
He takes a deep breath, leans back, removes his hand, and promptly stands to his full height. I already miss the warmth of his touch.
I give my head a swift shake to wake me up from my Lincoln fog. I end up leaning back too quickly. I wobble on my towering pink heels, losing my balance completely, falling backward.
My planner flies out of my hand as I try to save my back from thumping against the solid floor. The pages scatter everywhere. My feet go out from beneath me and I end up flat on my back with my feet in the air. I let out a high-pitched screech.
Oh shit. I don’t have any panties on!
I stayed at the hotel around the corner to avoid the manic rush hour. It was the only way to ensure I would be on time for the meeting, and goddammit, I forgot to pack clean underwear.
I drop my legs flat against the floor swiftly to hide my indecency. There is no way Lincoln didn’t see my freshly waxed pussy.
Find.
Me.
A.
New.
Job.
Now.
I close my eyes, throw my hands over my face to cover the hot color I feel myself turning, and let out a loud groan. “Oh, my God! Please tell me you didn’t see anything!” I part my fingers slightly to peek through them to find Lincoln staring at the ceiling, his face as red as a tomato.
He definitely saw.
“Not a thing.” He continues staring at the ceiling. He clears his throat. “Did you hurt yourself?”
“What did you see?” I coax him.
“Nothing.” He clenches his eyes shut and bites his bottom lip between his teeth.
“You’re lying.”
“I’m not.”
“So, why aren’t you looking at me?”
“Eh, it was in case your dress had slid up, you know?” he splutters.
“You sure you saw nothing?” My body heat turns up a notch.
“Promise.” He holds out his hand for me to take, his neck still tilted back. “Am I okay to look now? Can I please help you up?”
I let out a defeated sigh. I do need help. My dress is so tight, there is no way I can get up off the floor without looking like a complete fool and my new gym routine has enhanced my butt way too much. My dress is tighter than usual.
Note to self: stop squats immediately.
What must he think of me?
How unprofessional.
I push both of my arms out for him and he grabs my hands, pulling me to my feet like I’m a featherweight. I smack into his rock-hard chest.
“Hi,” he says softly.
