Page 27 of Donut Overthink It

“Nothing,” I say softly. Looking down at my desk, I’m thinking I should have called in sick today.

“You’re lying.” She sighs. “Talk to me.”

I close my eyes and let out a long breath. “I got arrested last night—”

“What?” she shouts, interrupting me. “That dick got you arrested?”

“No,” I say quickly. “He actually kept me from being booked.”

“You’re not making any sense, Had.”

I lean back in my chair, and explain my night in agonizing detail along with what I walked into this morning when I got to work.

“That is sexual harassment,” she snaps. “He can’t force you to do anything.”

“But I owe him—”

“You don’t owe him shit,” she interrupts me.

I smile at what a great best friend she is.

“Hadley, listen to me. I can help you. You don’t need his or his brother’s help. Just quit. I will help you with an attorney. We will find one who actually has some morals,” she says the last part with disgust.

I laugh at that. “They’re the best at what they do.”

“Bullshit,” she hisses. “Listen, I’m gonna call in to work tonight and come over to see you. We’ll figure it out.”

I’ll text her later that I can’t do that. But for now, I’ll let her think that that’s the plan. “You’re the best friend a girl can ask for,” I say with all seriousness.

She lets out a long breath. “I love you, Had. And it’s gonna be okay.”

“I love you too,” I tell her, and we say our goodbyes.

Placing my phone down on my desk, I pick up my coffee cup, needing more caffeine to find it empty. Guess I’m gonna have to crawl out of my den, after all.

Very quietly, I open my door and peek out. Not seeing anyone in the hallway, I make my way down to the break room, keeping my eyes on the floor to avoid eye contact with anyone.

“Miss Burns?”

My eyes snap up to look at Aiden as he stands at Millie’s desk.

I ignore him as I duck into the break room. Starting the Keurig, I pull out a coffee mug and place it on the counter. Then I open the box of donuts that I brought in this morning, pull one out, and take a big bite. I’m a stress eater, and donuts are life. My body stiffens when I hear the door shut behind me. I know it’s him. My body starts humming whenever he is around.

I jump up and gasp when he smacks my ass. Hard. “Excuse you!” I snap and turn to face him, shocked that he touched me in such a way. Thankfully, no one else is in here. I don’t want it going around the office that I’m screwing my boss.

He smirks down at me, and although I hate him right now, it makes my panties wet. “What? Don’t like being spanked?” He makes a tsking sound with his tongue as if disappointed in my reaction. “Like I said before, you’re too innocent…”

“What I like is none of your business,” I snap, my chest heaving at his audacity. Without thought, I reach back and rub the sting and hate how much my insides tighten from the thought of him doing it to me again. Why did that turn me on? “Don’t ever touch me again!” I say, shoving my finger against his chest. Trying to look unaffected.

He reaches up, grabs my arm, and spins me around, pressing my back to his front. My thighs tighten from the force of his strong arm wrapped around me. Is that his dick pressing into my ass? Dear God, he’s hard …

He leans down, and his breath covers my ear, making me shiver. I can feel his smug smile against my cheek. “I’m allowed to touch what is mine, Hadley.”

My knees buckle, but he manages to keep me upright with his arm around my waist. “Mr. Kyle …” I barely manage to whisper.

“Yes?” he says as his free hand comes up and runs slowly down my arm. It’s innocent, but the softness makes it feel intimate and leaves my skin breaking out in goosebumps.

“I … uh, we …” I can’t form one fucking sentence. My mind is spinning, and my heart racing. “Shouldn’t be doing—”

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