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the office after I should have been gone for the day.

The office was quiet.

I hurried, hoping I could sneak in and out really quick.

I had papers and receipts to put on Cole’s desk and then I was out of there.

When I opened the door to his office, I heard a giggle and a growl.

I sighed when I saw a pair of woman’s legs wrapped around his body.

Long legs. One foot missing a high heel. The other foot still wearing one.

I walked to Cole’s desk like nothing was happening.

They both looked at me and I dropped the papers and receipts to his desk.

Cole’s lips were stained red with lipstick.

He grinned and winked at me.

The woman’s shirt was wide open, showing off a white, laced bra.

She pulled herself back on Cole’s desk and grabbed the front of her shirt.

“Nothing I haven’t seen before,” I said to her. “Is that a push up bra? What brand? I had one once and the underwire was like barbed wire. I felt like I had needles jamming into my tits all day.”

“Maya,” Cole said through gritted teeth. “What are you doing here?”

“Dropping off what you said to,” I said. “Okay, boss?”

“You can leave now,” he said.

“I was just leaving,” the woman said.

“Oh, darling, come on,” Cole said. “Maya is just my secretary. She means nothing. She is nothing. She was just leaving. You and I have a lot of work to do here.”

I was nothing?

My lip started to curl.

“No, I’m leaving,” the woman said.

I backed away from the desk.

Cole looked over his shoulder at me.

I showed my hands.

I cringed.

I mouthed oops to him.

He was pissed.

I had cockblocked him.

Which honestly felt good to do.

But I knew I was going to pay for that… big time.

Chapter Four

Cole

I stood behind my desk and stared across all the glass that separated me from Maya. My office had a really nice feature that with a click of a button, the glass became completely private. Her office didn’t. She was forever stuck that way too. Always exposed. Always able to be watched.

I hit that magic button, like I had done with Jezebel, wanting to show her what being the boss was really like.

The odds of Maya bursting into the office were slim. The odds of her busting me and doing what she did… was next to none.

After all I had done for her.

She wasn’t qualified for the job. She took way too long to learn the job. Calling and texting her sometimes took way too long to get her on the phone. She never thanked me for the money I sent to her when I needed her in the office early. Mind you, I knew damn well the hundred bucks here and there I sent was not used in one shot. Which meant I was the guy paying for her coffee and little muffins and cookies and all that shit she ate.

I could have been a much bigger dickhead than she thought I was.

The company was at a big turning point.

My focus needed to be one hundred percent fucking perfect all the time.

No excuses or questions.

And, yeah, that focus required women.

Women like Jezebel.

High heels. Beautiful legs. Wild eyes. Pouty lips.

And a wet slit.

I ground my teeth and looked at the phone on my desk.

Today suddenly felt like it was taking a detour.

One thing I was really good at…

Going with the flow.

I opened Maya’s office door and she looked at me from her laptop screen.

Wearing the biggest pair of blue light-blocking glasses I ever saw.

They took up half her face.

Anger rippled through me.

I wasn’t sure why.

Oh, maybe because I was supposed to be at least eight inches deep in Jezebel right now? I was supposed to be suckling on her massive tits while she clawed at my desk.

My dick didn’t just go down either. It had been woken up. It was still full, swollen, looking for a target…

“I was just bringing the stuff you wanted me to bring,” Maya said. “I didn’t know you had a woman in there.”

“That was a private meeting.”

“I’m sure of that.”

“Jezebel works in receiving for-”

Maya giggled and hurried to cover her mouth.

“What’s so funny?” I asked.

“You said receiving… and she looked like she was in a position to, you know, receive…”

“I don’t know what you thought you saw,” I said. “But you better get that out of your head, Maya. If you can’t handle the job, you know where the door is. I expect everyone around here to act with professionalism. Some decency too. You just barged into