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“Badly. I couldn’t follow the five rules. He invaded my space while I was printing out reports. It was all I could do to focus on the task at hand.”
“You’ve got it bad, girl.”
I rub my aching forehead. “Tell me about it. I’m so screwed.”
She snorts. “Not yet, but soon you will be. Right on Daddy’s desk.”
“Oh God, don’t say that.” My cheeks heat as I picture him bending me over the wooden surface.
She knowingly nods. “It’s inevitable. The only question is how long will it take for the two of you to reach that point?”
Rule number six: Avoid going near his desk.
CHAPTER 14
MAEVE
It’s been ten days since I learned who Trey really is. We’ve settled into a reluctant boss and employee relationship. I say reluctant because neither of us wants to be a part of this situation, but our hands are tied.
So far this week, Trey’s been spending a lot of time in meetings, acclimating to being the new owner. When we’ve been together in his office, I’ve been putting the rules my friends and I came up with to use, and it’s somewhat helped. But aside from a few accidental touches, he’s also been on his best behavior. Which is surprising and, to be honest, confusing.
Maybe he changed his mind about being attracted to me? It wouldn’t be the first time a guy has sent me mixed signals or his feelings flipped with no warning.
I don’t know why I’m having mixed feelings about him keeping his distance. If anything, I should be thankful he’s making our situation easier.
My phone rings, and it’s Trey’s line.
Speak of the devil.
“Hello,” I say.
“Maeve, I need you to work late and help me with something.”
“Did I miss a ‘please’ in there somewhere?”
“Will you please help me?” He softens his tone.
“Yes, I will.”
“Thank you. I’ll order food. I know you can’t yell at me if your mouth is full.”
I can think of another way to fill my mouth.
I ignore my slutty subconscious that wants to make up for all the years of dull sex I had before I met Trey. “Sounds good.”
I hang up and send Sheryl a text.
Help! Trey wants me to stay late and help him with something. I couldn’t say no. What should I do?
Undo the top three buttons on your blouse and see what happens.
Now isn’t the time for jokes!
Who’s joking? I’ve seen the way he looks at you. All that pent-up desire has to go somewhere.
You’re not helping the situation any.
Sorry. Just don’t sit close to him. His dick can’t reach you if you’re more than nine inches away. Am I right? Or is it ten inches?