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Not that it would have mattered, because I don’t schedule my cleaning service. My secretary does that shit for me.

“You’re not mad?” She looks up at me with her big, beautiful eyes and pouty mouth, and it’s all I can do to keep myself from cupping her cheek and kissing her.

Okay. Whoa. I need to back the fuck off immediately. I didn’t release enough tension in my bedroom if my first instinct is to kiss this woman instead of getting out of here and doing my job. “What’s your name?”

“Leah.”

I feel like a jerk because shouldn’t I at least know the name of the woman who cleans my toilets once a month?

“Nice to meet you, Leah.” I hold out my hand, and she rips her glove off to shake it. What would that grip feel like wrapped around my d— “I gotta go. Lock up once you’re done.”

“Yes, sir.”

Oh. My. God. She’s killing me and doesn’t even know it. “Mason,” I say. “Just call me Mason.”

“Okay.”

I nearly smack my head on the doorjamb, trying to get the hell out of my bathroom and away from her after that. Jumping out of the window wouldn’t get me out of this building fast enough.

Jesus Christ, what’s wrong with me?

“Mr. Finch.” The doorman in the lobby opens the glass entrance for me. “Nice to see you again.”

I wave without even looking at him and rush outside. Only then do I suck in fresh, warm air and actually breathe. Car, car, where’s my—

Dropping into the driver’s seat, I tug on my tie. It’s too tight. Everything’s hot and tight and—

“Yes, sir.” Leah’s voice assails me even when she isn’t around. My dick’s hard again and pinned down in my pants.

Glaring at the clock, my heart pounds because I’ve got twenty minutes to get to my meeting. That’s not enough time to run back up there and ask her to dinner. It’s definitely not enough time to convince her to let me fuck her. And I can’t jack off again because I’ll make a mess all over my suit.

Drive, Mason. You’re not here for a good time. You’re here to get your life in order.

I’ve got twenty minutes to get it together.

But first, I’m going to schedule Leah to come back and clean again as soon as possible.

Chapter 3

Leah

“So, there I was, cleaning and singing my ass off, with no clue I still had on the whiskers.”

Mak laughs so hard at my misfortune that she practically falls on Carson.

I stuff a breadstick in my mouth and talk around it. “I’m glad my pain amuses you.”

“More wine?” the waiter asks. Don’t think it’s escaped me that this dude’s staying close enough to hear my dramatic tale of house cleaning.

“Yes. Thanks.” I snag my glass and hand it over.

Carson leans back and crosses his arms over his chest. “I’m still stuck on the peanut butter part.”

“It was a grand, including the tip!” Mak tips her head up and stares at the ceiling. “I’d slather molasses on my ass and make choo-choo train noises for that much cash.”

Carson lifts his brow. “I’d pay double.”

“Sold!” Mak claps. “Show starts at midnight, Big Boy.”