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I don’t think of the consequences of my actions, and all I can think about is when I’m going to have her next. This girl is my assistant. Someone who works for me, and as such, is forbidden, but we’ve crossed that line already.

There is no walking away from this.

What I need to know more than anything is whether or not she regrets it.

“Sandy,” I say, my tone much softer than I’ve ever used with anyone before.

“Pizza,” she whispers into my shoulder. “I really want pizza right now. I feel like I could eat an entire box by myself.”

Right.

“What kind?”

“Pepperoni,” she hums. “Hmm, with extra cheese.”

I guess we’re not going to talk about it today. It can wait. “Let’s get you cleaned up and then order that pizza for you.”

She lifts her head from my shoulder and beams at me, that blinding smile sucking all the air—or whatever I had left—from my lungs.

She’s different. I knew this from the second she stepped into my office, and now I know that there is no getting rid of her. That window has already closed.

Sandy Beck is mine!

Chapter Five

Sandy

Last night, I kissed my boss.

Well, I did more than just kiss the man, but…semantics. The bottom line is that I gave into my attraction to the man, and things went a little further than I ever expected they would, and it feels like a dream.

Everything that happened in that office feels like a fever dream.

Did I really have sex with my boss and then make him buy me a pizza? The night is a little foggy because the man did in fact send my brain into overdrive, but I get flashes and memories of sitting in his office as I wolfed down pizza slices while staring dreamily into the air.

Kill. Me. Now.

I would consider the events of last night just a really weird dream except I didn’t catch a wink of sleep when I got home. I spent the entire night fantasizing about Wilson before reality snapped into me some time around dawn.

I am officially out of my mind.

Why the hell did I think sleeping with my boss was a good idea? How am I going to face him now that I know what his lips taste like or what they feel like between my legs. Wow, that wasone skillful tongue, and the memories of it are enough to have my body heating all over.

“Are you going to stand here all day?” calls a voice from behind me, and I whirl around to find Martha staring at me, her eyes narrowed suspiciously.

Does she know?

Oh my God, what if she knows what happened last night in Wilson’s office? Is it written all over my face, the truth about Wilson coming all over my stomach and sex, painting me with his come?

“Uh… I… Hmm.”

“Don’t tell me,” Martha says with a gasp, cupping her mouth in horror. “It happened, didn’t it? I knew it would.”

She knows.

My cheeks flare, and I look away from the judgment in her eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“What did he do to finally make you quit?” she asks, and her words don’t immediately register.