Page 19 of One Hot Moment

She hurries past me and heads for a chair.

I shut the door and return to my desk. But instead of sitting in my own chair, I perch on the edge of the desk directly in front of Tabitha. "How much of my conversation did you hear?"

"Not much."

"Would you mind telling me exactly which bits you overheard? I'm not angry, but I'd like to know."

She wriggles in her chair. "Well, um, I heard you talking to a woman. I know it must've been a woman because you called her 'love.' I doubt you say that to your brother."

"No, but I do say it to my sister."

Tabitha freezes. Her gaze is aimed at me, but I'm quite certain she isn't seeing anything. Her mind has frozen up too, like an overworked computer. After a moment, she blinks rapidly. "Your sister? That's who you were talking to?"

"Yes. Bindy is in England, where it's four hours later."

"Oh, I see. But why did you call her from your office?"

"I didn't want to be late for work, and I was hoping to get some tasks done early this morning so I could strike them off my to-do list. Then my sister rang me."

Tabitha bows her head, covers her face with both hands, and moans pitifully. "I'm such an idiot."

I kneel in front of her, peeling her hands away from her face. "You are the cleverest person I've ever met. But I'm wondering why you were so keen to find out who I was talking to."

What I want her to say is...something she shouldn't say. As a consummate professional at work, she would never admit to what I wish were true.

Bloody hell. I'm thinking like a teenage girl.

Tabitha finally lifts her gaze to me. "I was jealous."

"Of what? Or who?"

She rolls her eyes at me. "Of your girlfriend. Who turned out to be your sister. Jeez, this is becoming a junior-high soap opera."

"No, it isn't that bad." I take hold of her chin, gently. "I feel the same way, though. Whenever I'm with you, it's like I'm a boy again and I'm desperate to make the popular girl like me."

"If you mean me, there's no need to try. I like you very much, Spencer. More than I should."

"You've done nothing wrong." I slide my hand around to her nape. "I read the entire fraternization policy, so I know dating is acceptable even between an assistant and her boss. All we need to do is fill out a form acknowledging the relationship. Bramson Feigenbaum understands people can't control their feelings."

"Even if we fill out that form, I think it would be best if we kept it on the down low at work."

"Anything you like, love." I lean in, pulling her head closer to mine. Those beautiful green eyes transfix me. "Isn't it strange that I'm the one suggesting we should get involved, and my free-spirited assistant is worried about the ramifications."

"Yeah, it's weird." She bites her lip, letting it go gradually. "The other night, I fantasized about you in the shower. I came so hard I couldn't breathe."

My cock is growing stiffer by the second. I know I should return to my desk and do my job, but I can't tear my focus away from her shimmering emerald eyes and all that creamy skin. Her lips have taken on a darker shade of rose, and I can tell they're slightly swollen. She wants me. I want her. What the fuck are we waiting for?

You're at work, moron.

Sod my job. I need to shag this woman, right here in my office, and I need to do it immediately. Don't care if I'm sacked five minutes later or tomorrow morning.

"I need you inside me, Spencer. Right now."

A groan resonates in my chest, and my self-control shatters.

I wrap my free arm around Tabitha, pulling her closer until only the edge of her arse rests on the chair. Then I sink my fingers into her lush, silky hair to drag her mouth closer to mine. Her breaths gust over my face.

And I seal my mouth to hers.

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