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But all of that went right out the fucking window the moment I’d walked into that office and saw Rick Trafford for the first time. The look on his face—a frustratingly handsome face—had been one of “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

And while he’d apparently been grappling with what the hell he was supposed to do with this young woman who’d shown up for the first day of her internship, I’d realized within about the first five seconds that finding myself strangely attracted to him was going to be a problem. A big one.

But not in the way I’d thought it would.

I rolled over, tucking a pillow within the span of my legs, the softness of it blessedly cool against the heat seething between my thighs. “You’ve got to stop taking this so seriously, Gen,” I whispered into the darkness of my bedroom. “So you guys fucked. It doesn’t have to be a big deal.”

It didn’t, which was true—but what if I wanted it to be? Would someone like him ever have a hope of seeing me as anything other than some young piece of ass to get his dick wet with?

The very fact you’re asking yourself that question should provide all the answers you’d ever need. If you had any sense, that is.

Understanding the man, and what he might truly be after, was what my mind kept coming back to. The inescapable fact was that it was his very enigmatic nature that had me helpless against wanting to know more, to sort out the man, to solve the infuriatingly intriguing puzzle that was Rick Trafford.

Mainly, the man was, well, kind of mean. The sort of arrogant prick I’d always been warned away from. His almost casual abrasiveness with me—something he’d exhibited from the very first day—was something I’d typically hated in men. But with Rick, it somehow drew me to him.

Which is why he is fucking trouble. You need to walk away from this.

The moment I’d realized who he was, the same older man who’d so intrigued and confused me back at that club, I’d assumed we’d just pick up where we’d left off. A little bit more back and forth between us. Sparring a bit. Feeling each other out.

That was silly, and I’d realized that—after the fact.

As I’d stood there in his office, I’d realized that I needed to decide right then and there if what we were doing had any chance of ever working. I’d foolishly thought I’d see where it went, but had I any sense, I’d have turned around and walked right back out.

And never come back.

This is what happens when you think with your pussy.

I flopped over onto my back once more, staring up at the ceiling, trying to ignore the throbbing at the memory of him taking me. Trying to ignore that I shouldn’t have liked it so much. Trying to ignore that doing the smart thing wasn’t at all what I actually wanted to do.

“You need to call Chester right now and tell him to call this whole thing off,” I spoke to the silence of the night. “This is not going to work. You know this. He’s an asshole to you.”

I said it over and over in my head, like a mantra, until sleep quieted the storm of confusion in my head.

CHAPTER 13

Geneva

How it was that I’d come to be standing in his office the next day, holding his coffee, waiting in silence for him to be done with his phone call, was a mystery to me.

Drifting off to sleep with the words “He’s an asshole!” blaring in one’s mind regarding their boss didn’t portend a stellar start to one’s next day at work.

My situation was made significantly worse by the almost skin-tight dress, which gripped my ass cheeks fiercely, and the barely there diaphanous white blouse that was so see-through, the fabric pattern of my bra—itself little more than a modest shelf for my boobs—could be clearly made out.

Rick, dressed in a navy button-down, his suit coat draped over the back of his leather chair, stabbed at the air with two fingers. “I don’t care what their lawyer said. They’ve got no case, and they know it. This is bullshit posturing. Don’t fall for it. Keep your head, and stop spiraling on this—and keep your mouth shut. Yes, I know that’s what your lawyer told you, too.” Rick’s voice rose slightly. “I’d advise you listen to them. Yes… yes, that’s all. I’ll get back to you after the hearing.”

The clatter of the man’s cell phone dropping to his desk snapped me out of my funk. Nerves setting my fingers to shaking just a little bit, I put his coffee down in front of him, turning for the door without even attempting to meet his gaze.

“Wait.”

I stopped just as I’d reached for the battered and gouged doorknob. I wasn’t certain by his tone what he intended, so I didn’t say anything.

“Turn around.”

“Why?” It was a stupid question, but my defiance occasionally got the best of me.

Not to mention neither one of you is going to talk about the elephant in the room.

“Turn around.”

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