Page 1 of Never Say Never

Tracy stormed into the office kitchen, a cardboard box in her hands. Her charm bracelet jingled as her heels tapped across the floor. I looked at the expression on her face and I already knew what was coming. Leaning against the counter, I smiled at her.

“Hey, Trace.”

“Don’t ‘Hey, Trace’ me, you son of a bitch.” She dropped the box to the floor, my stuff spilling out of it. “We’re done. I mean it this time. Here’s the little bit of shit you ever bothered to bring over.”

I raised a brow. “Did I do something wrong?”

Tracy scoffed. “Let me think about it. You never call, you barely text, you don’t come over.” She ticked off each item on her fingers.

“Yes, I have a job,” I pointed out. “Just like you. Being an FBI agent is a busy job.”

“Bullshit. Konner caught you at the club the other night with your tongue down someone’s throat. Everyone around here knows you’d fuck anything with two legs.”

I hummed. “On occasion one.”

My boss snorted. Tracy turned to look at him, but his head was buried in his reports, a cup of coffee poised to his lips. When she whirled back on me, she jabbed a bony finger into my chest.

“We’re through,” she hissed. “I can’t believe I ever dated you.”

I pushed off the counter. “Yeah, we weren’t dating, baby. I don’t know what you heard, but I never said you were anything more than a mediocre lay.”

Tracy’s eyes narrowed. “What?”

I shrugged. “You’re the one that wanted me to stay over all those times, remember? As far as I’m concerned, it was nothing. Thanks for my stuff, though.” When she gaped at me, I grinned. “You’ll find somebody,” I said reassuringly. “I promise.”

“Goddamn pig!” she snapped.

I watched her storm out of the kitchen. Shaking my head, I went back to making myself coffee. That woman is going to key my car for sure. I groaned. It wasn’t the first time and it wouldn’t be the last.

York grunted, and I turned to look at him. “You know she’s going to key your car and complain to HR, right?”

I shrugged. “No laws against having a great cock.” I grinned.

He shook his head. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”

I rolled my eyes while sipping the coffee. It was a shit brand. All the funding the FBI had and we couldn't afford decent coffee. My nose scrunched up and I sat it down to add a little more cream.

"If you gave me a shot, you would know how good it is."

York cocked a single brow placing his reports down on the table. His rich brown skin was free of any blemishes, his thick facial hair was groomed to regulation and made him look older than he was. His six-foot-six height made him only an inch taller than me but I swore he made me feel like I was five-foot-nothing somedays with his stare alone. York had wide shoulders and thick arms that filled out his suit, and I wondered if his cock fit his proportions.

The moment his dark brown eyes landed on me, the full weight of who I was talking to sent a rush down my spine. No one said I was sane in the head. There was something about breaking the rules or toeing the line that got me hard. Maybe it was in my genetics to be a menace.

"Do you need to do another stint at HR?"

No, but to have a chance at you? Fuck yes.

I lifted my hands. "No, sir."

York nodded, picking up his papers again. "You need to stop screwing everyone in this office. Branch out."

"Not everyone. I have standards." York stared at me for a long while. His gaze penetrated through me forcing me to look away. "What is this? Pick on Paul day?"

"You do this to yourself." York lifted his coffee, taking a sip as the corners of his lips lifted in a smile.

Fuck, he was sexy. To say I wanted to bang my boss was an understatement. The entire department wanted in on York but he was upstanding and never once let any of us cross the line. It didn't help that I'd seen York at The Apple last week while he was sitting at the bar. He was unapproachable but it hadn't kept men from eyeing him like a steak.

"How's the dating scene?" I asked.