Page 7 of Donut Overthink It

“I need these to be logged,” I say, lifting the papers in my right hand, needing out of this damn office. This can’t be happening. She can’t work for me.

Her eyes lift to meet mine. “Absolutely.”

I almost roll my eyes at her eagerness. I give her one week, and she’ll be running out of here like the rest of them before her.

Turning, she grabs a box I just notice off her desk. She opens it and smiles brightly. “I stopped and got donuts for the office.”

I just give her a blank expression. “I don’t eat donuts.”

“Oh.” Her smile falls.

“I would like a hot tea from Tea Time along with a scone from Margaret’s. I have a ten o’clock meeting with my brother that you will need to attend and take notes for me ...” I pause as she just looks at me wide-eyed with those pretty pink lips parted. “Are you going to write this down?” I ask. She spins around, bending over her fucking desk once again, and sets the box of donuts down to locate something to write with. She knocks over a cup that holds the pens, and she curses herself once more as she leans over farther, kicking her right foot up to reach for a pen before it rolls off the desk. A growl forms deep in my throat as the gray material stretches against her ass. And I can’t help but notice she has no underwear line. She’s either wearing a thong or nothing at all. My eyes drop to the bottom of her skirt, and I imagine grabbing that slit and ripping it apart.

“Okay,” she says, standing and turning to face me. Immediately, she starts to scribble stuff down on a notebook pad. “Tea from Tea Time, scone from Margie’s…”

“Margaret’s.”

“And a meeting with your brother at ten. Anything else?” She looks up at me with a big nervous smile on her face, and all I can think about is her bending over again. Or shoving her to her knees and her smiling up at me for another reason.

“Yes.” I gesture to the mess that still covers her desk. “Clean that up, Miss Burns. I expect you to keep your work area tidy.” Then I turn around and walk out the door, slamming it behind me.

Every day, she wears these outfits that make my head spin and cock hard. She always has this smile on her face. The one she gave me in her office that first day didn’t last long. By the second week, she got tired of pretending to be nice. She realized I was a heartless prick, and I realized I couldn’t fuck her ’cause she was good at her job. It’s gone downhill ever since.

I wanna see her lying on my bed as she begs me to fuck her. Voice rough and pussy soaked. I wanna hear her moan my name. I wanna know what it would feel like to kiss her thighs. To fuck her tits. I fucking want her in every imaginable way, and it’s put me in a bad fucking mood. Not like I needed help with that.

I know it’s not her fault. It’s mine. I don’t know what it is about her that drives me so insane. Why her?

That pisses me off to the point I want to punch a wall. But I can’t change my attitude no matter how hard I try.

I make her work late hours and get here earlier than anyone else—well, when she’s not late—and she does it without argument. Like a fucking little slave. If she wants to be so accommodating, I can think of several other ways she can serve me. But I don’t want her to quit and sue me for sexual harassment.

I actually laugh out loud at that thought. The man next to me in the elevator looks over at me with concern. “Funny joke,” I say, pointing at my head. Her try to sue me? I laugh again. I’m an attorney. A criminal defense attorney but an attorney nonetheless. She could try to take me to court, but she wouldn’t get far.

But that’s all hypothetical ’cause I’m gonna wait it out. She’ll quit eventually. She has to.

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Two hours later, I’m walking out of the courtroom when I see a man who my brother, Asher, and I graduated with. Some would even say he’s my friend.

“Hey, Trent.” I reach out and shake his hand. “How are things going?”

“Good. Really good,” he says, then laughs nervously. I frown. He looks at Asher as he walks out of the courtroom behind me and joins us. “Do you have a moment?” His eyes move back to mine. “I would like to speak to you privately.”

I nod. “Of course.”

My brother slaps me on the back. “I’ll see you back at the office.”

“There’s a coffee shop next door—”

“That would be great,” he interrupts me.

We make our way outside and next door. After placing our orders, we sit at a small table.

“What’s on your mind, Trent?” I ask, taking a sip of my coffee and leaning back in my chair. My body relaxes now that I’m out of the office and away from Hadley.

He fixes his already straight tie. “I, uh …” He lets out a long breath. “When was the last time you spoke to Evelyn?” he asks.

My frown deepens. He knows I talk to her all the time. She’s the only woman in my life who is a constant. “This morning. She was taking Olivia to school.”

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