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“Mr. Roman should be there as well. He’s the one that wants to make the change. He should tell me why in person. His emails always seem so… harsh.”

“Um… I’ll let him know.”

“Great. See you both then.”

Nearer to five, I grab my purse, ready to head out of the office, but stop by Ken’s desk on my way to the elevators. I almost gasp when he looks up at me. The look in his eyes is like fire, like the fire coursing through my veins straight to my core.

“Ken, I need you to clear my schedule for the month. Please set up a virtual meeting for anything that can’t be moved, and I’ll take care of it while I’m away.

He didn’t say anything; he just stared at me, making me self-conscious. It takes everything in me not to fidget with my clothes or hair.

“Why do you need this much time off?” he finally asks rather belligerently, setting something off in me.

I’m the boss. He’s my employee. Who does he think he is? I put my hands on my hips, ready to give him hell, then his eyes flash and my pussy floods. This isn’t going to end the way I want it to; I can already tell.

CHAPTER TWO

KENDRICK

My cock is a rude son of a bitch. Here she is, the object of our obsession, standing over me like a bossy Goddess, asking me to clear her calendar for the next month, and he is under the desk barking and banging against it, trying to get her to sit on him. See. Rude. “Why do you need this much time off?” I ask, her checking her calendar, or so she thinks. The truth is I don’t do anything as far as being her assistant. From the moment I allowed her to think I was her PA; I hired a virtual assistant to do everything she needed.

I connected the VA to all of my emails, plus hers, and gave it access to my earpiece so all dictation and meetings could also be included. Thanks to the CFO's mostly remote job, I do my own work during the day. That is not the norm. Most companies require their Chief Financial officers to be front and center on-site, but I made it a condition of my employment when April “hired” me.

She puts her hands on her hips and glares at me. “Not that it is any of your business, but I am going on a trip.” God, I want to stuff something inside of that sassy mouth.

“What kind of trip will have you gone for over a month?” I hear the grunt coming from my chest, but the idea of her going on some romantic vacation or some shit is boiling inside of me.

“I thought I was the boss here.” Instead of acting like a reprimanded employee, I simply respond to the tap dancing we have been doing around one another for the last six months.

Standing, I slowly move around to the side of the desk where she is standing, licking my lips and taking her in. In my younger days, my crush was Blake Lively, even though I was older than her. Looking at April, Blake has nothing on her. My girl has a tiny waist with hips wide enough to hold my sons. But it's her tits, the tits that are battling every day against her buttons to stay hidden or get free. Normally her hair is up, pinned in a bun, giving her this sexy librarian look, but when her hair is down in a mass of curls and waves, she looks the most gorgeous.

On the days that she lets her hair down, she literally looks wild, carefree, and like a damn vixen. Today is a hair-down day, and I am about to lose my damn mind. I move in front of her, tracking how rapidly her breathing picks up. She licks her lips, her eyes looking at mine, and I smirk. I love that I affect her as much as she does me. Putting both of my knuckles on either side of her, I cage her against the desk and put my face close enough to hers for our lips to touch. I run my nose up the side of her neck, inhaling her floral scent before whispering in her ear. “You may be the one in charge, beauty, but let’s not for one second pretend we don’t both know who answers to whom.” She moans and closes her eyes before opening them. “Now, tell me.” She swallows and gives me her death glare, but we both know she loves it when I take charge.

“I, uh, I am going to take up the list my sisters have left and go try to find our sperm donor.” She told me a while ago about how she came to be and about the sisters she found out about, all of them named after the months of the year per the donor's request. They have had gatherings and such, all of them getting to know one another. It was a big deal for her; she has been much happier since meeting them.

“I see. Why didn’t you say so? Let me move some things around so both of us can be covered.”

“Yes, thanks.” She starts to walk away not paying attention to what I said. I wait a beat, knowing it will only take a second for her to figure it out. Her back straightens, and her shoulders roll back. I chuckle because I know it clicked. “No, wait. You don’t need to come with me. I am perfectly capable of...” I grip her hips and pull her into me. Every time I touch her, my body exhales. She fits against me as if she belongs right here.

“I know you are capable, but I won’t be able to think with you out there alone. Got it?”

She crosses her arms. And nods her head. “Fine.” She huffs and stomps her foot like the adorable princess she is.

“Good. So where are we going?”

Besides to bed once I get you on this trip.

CHAPTER THREE

APRIL

THREE DAYS LATER

Turns out there’s a guy on the list right here in Boston. Rory Callahan. A quick search tells me he owns a bar somewhere in South Boston.

“I’m going over to McGinty’s after work,” I tell Ken, stopping by his desk after returning to the office from lunch and shopping with my mother. “It’s in South Boston. Have you ever heard of it?”

“Not specifically, but you’re not going alone.”

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