Page 25 of Foreplay with the Boss

“What do you mean?”

“Nothing.” She crumpled the wrapper she’d spent so much time flattening. “It’s all future worries because that’s all someday stuff, and I’m not even sure how I started down this rabbit hole. Sorry.”

I wanted to push more and see if she’d expand, but my phone rang. “It’s the office.”

“You’ve got to take it, then. I don’t mind.”

I answered the phone, and Debra told me that my one o’clock was early—of course. I wanted to tell her to make him wait, but she stressed out about having someone waiting in her designated reception area like that meant she wasn’t doing her job.

By the time I hung up—after promising to be there in ten—Kat had cleared the table of our trash. She dipped a napkin in her water cup and then dabbed at the mustard stain on my shirt. I was going to tell her to leave it because it didn’t matter, but in this position, I could see right down her shirt, and I sort of forgot how to speak for a moment.

She reached into her purse and brought out a Tide to Go stick. She dabbed at the fabric and within a few seconds, the only thing left over from my mustard spill was a damp spot.

I pulled on my suit jacket and guided her down the sidewalk with my hand on her back. She didn’t bother with the dirty look this time.

Just before we reached our office building I dropped it, doing my best to honor her wishes.

We rode the elevator up in silence, and as the car slowed to a stop, Kat tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and smiled at me. “Go get ‘em, Tiger.”

“No smack on the ass to go with the pep-talk?” I joked.

But the joke was on me, because she smacked my ass, hard. Then the doors opened and she shot me a saucy look before walking through them.

CHAPTER 14

Kat

I might’ve slipped a little and flirted earlier today during our shared lunch—I was only human, after all, and Jameson asked for it. So before stepping into his office, I reminded myself that I needed to stick to the guidelines. He certainly wasn’t going to be the one to enforce them, so that left me to do it.

“Your six-thirty is here,” I said, leaning against the doorframe. My voice came out huskier than it was supposed to, but in my defense, Jameson was seated at his desk, his tie loosened, his hair mussed like he’d repeatedly run his fingers through it, and his sleeves rolled up so that several inches of his inked forearms showed.

Damn it, body, we just talked about this. Off-limits!

But also, holy fucking shit. The business attire and tatts combo is crazy hot.

Working to recompose myself, I placed the folder with the report I’d printed out in front of him and then took a seat in the chair across from him.

He picked up the folder and then looked at me instead of it. “Long day, huh?”

“Yeah. I’m counting down the minutes until I can go home, pour myself a glass of wine, and decompress.” I frowned. “Except I just realized that I’m out of wine.”

That was what happened when you had a pity party with a bottle of wine on a Friday night while trying not to think of your superhot boss with some super-model-esque woman who was all the things I wasn’t.

I bet that bitch had passionate, dirty sex, too. With the lights on, even.

And now I was back to hating someone I didn’t even know for being attracted to a guy who was pretty much impossible not to lust after. Solid logic, brain. You’re really on top of your game today.

“I happen to have a nice collection of wine at my place.”

I looked up at him and got lost in his blue, blue eyes for a couple of seconds. “If only going over to your place wouldn’t cross several ethical boundaries that we’ve agreed upon.”

“You accuse me of not knowing the meaning of words, but I don’t think you know what agree means.” He stood and stretched. “But since you’re opposed to quiet and comfortable, let’s go over these reports on the train. I can’t sit here a minute longer.”

I slowly pushed to my tired, high-heeled feet. “Or we could just go over it tomorrow morning?”

“Grab your stuff, Kat, because your fine ass is going to be on that train, parked right next to me.”

“Jeez. So bossy.”

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