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I take a deep breath, ignoring the heat pooling in my stomach again.

This is ridiculous to even consider. Wesley is my boss and he’s Wesley for God’s sakes. He’s not going to sleep with me — the maid. I swallow, feeling suddenly small sitting in his bathroom. I’m not the girl he can have on his arm at some fancy gala. Pathetic and cliché as it is, I’m the pauper, not the princess.

Still, that doesn’t mean I can’t have some fun in the meantime.

I think it may be time to start testing boundaries. Let’s see how far I can push the stone-cold Wesley Marks.

Chapter 29

Wesley

I am going to die.

I swear. If Quinn keeps testing me, I am going to lose it completely. It's like she’s trying to turn me on.

Two days ago, she wore the tightest jeans I’ve ever seen. I mean, ever. I didn't even know they made jeans that looked that good.

That would have been fine and mostly avoidable if she didn’t somehow keep bending over to retrieve items right in my line of sight. I swear she’s never been so clumsy.

Then she showed up yesterday in her maid uniform. The very uniform I told her she didn’t need to wear anymore, mostly because it gave me very vivid fantasies. When I asked her why she had the tiny thing on, she shrugged and smiled innocently.

“I like the way it looks.”

Yeah, right. It was only then that I had the thought that she was teasing me on purpose. At first, I denied it. After all, there’s no way Quinn would do that. Why would she do that?

It wasn’t until she left last night that I realized she was trying to get to me. She stood in the doorway of the elevator and pulled her coat over her. I said a quick goodbye, willing her to disappear so I could jack off for the third time, but she pulled out her lipstick and applied it slowly. Seductively. Her eyes on me the entire time.

I woke up today with a plan. If she wants to tease me, I’ll tease her right back. After all, I saw the way she gaped at my chest when I was shirtless. She must have some ideas of her own.

That’s why I’m currently shirtless doing push-ups in the middle of the penthouse. She’ll be in any minute. I’m worried she might catch on to my obvious plan. After all, I usually go to the gym to work out and I have my runs with Ben. It’s not like me at all to lift weights in the living room, but desperate times call for desperate measures. She’s obviously at an advantage here.

Ding!

It’s go time. I press down, breathing heavily, and push back up. I do this a few times and try not to focus on the sound of Quinn’s footsteps crossing the apartment. I’m on my tenth rep when I see her feet in front of me.

I look up and she’s standing in front of me with her arms crossed. She looks beautiful, her soft hair falling in waves over her shoulders and her full lips open slightly. Her expression clouds over in suspicion.

“What are you doing?” She snaps.

I pause. “Working out. Obviously.” I continue my push-ups as if she’s not there, hiding my smile.

“Why? You never work out here.”

“I felt like it. Do you have a problem with that?” I pause and turn over, looking at her. “Because if you do, I can go somewhere else. If it’s…distracting you.”

Her eyes snap up to mine. She must see the challenge there or hear it in my tone because she swallows and looks away, lifting her chin in the air.

“Not at all. Do whatever you want. I’m doing laundry, so…”

I nod, acting unfazed. “Cool.” I go back to my reps, and she huffs, stomping away.

One point for Wesley.

* * *

Unfortunately, work gets in the way of my plotting. I have to meet George downtown for a meeting and Quinn is doing laundry when I leave, so I don’t get the chance to say goodbye. The level of disappointment I feel is pathetic, really. I spend the entire meeting with George checking my watch, hoping I can make it back in time to watch Quinn cook.

It’s fascinating to watch her in the kitchen. She comes alive in a way I hadn’t realized before — it’s like she gets into the zone and loses sight of everything else. I noticed it a few weeks ago, the way her soft smile plays on her lips as she dances from the cutting board to the stovetop. She’s fast, too. I’ve never seen someone work so quickly and still turn out an incredible meal.