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I slap the phone to my ear. "Ah, yes, I'm, ah, here. Who is this?"

"Larry Harper. From the risk analysis team?"

"Oh, yes, of course. What did you need?"

"Well, there's a staff meeting in five minutes. Is Tabitha out sick or something? She's always the first one to arrive in the conference room."

"Tabitha is with me. We had some, ah, things to discuss before the meeting. We'll be there momentarily."

"Great. Everybody'll wait for you guys. Bye."

"Yes, goodbye." I slam the phone down onto its cradle. "We're late for the staff meeting."

Chapter Ten

Tabitha

"Oh, shit, I forgot about that." Yeah, it's a mystery why the entire rest of the world vanished from my thoughts. I shoo Spencer away, but he just stands there staring at me with his brows knitted together over his nose. It's adorable, but we don't have time for his confusion. I shoo him away again, this time actually speaking the word. "Shoo, shoo, Spencer. I need to fix my clothes."

Which is hard to do when his dick is still inside me.

Spencer finally shakes off his confusion and pulls out of my body, stumbling backward and bumping into one of the chairs. But he catches the chair before it tumbles over, then struggles to get his clothing reassembled.

I fixed my clothing much faster. I could use a comb, since my hair must look like a rat's nest now, but I don't carry one in my pocket. That will have to wait until we leave this room. Do I look like I just had mind-blowing sex with my boss on his desk? Well, if anyone does catch on, I don't give a hoot.

When I skim my gaze over Spencer from head to toe, my attention stalls at his face. I wave a finger at the top of his head. "Better comb your hair. You look like you just wrestled an alligator."

"I don't have a comb. Do you?"

"Not here. But I've got one in my desk."

"Let's hurry. We're late to the meeting and getting later every second."

I lead the way as we exit Spencer's office. He waits while I mess around in my purse until I find a comb. I give my hair a quick once-through, then hand him the comb. We've now both lost our sex-hair look. I can't deny I liked seeing Spencer unkempt and wild-haired, looking like he just experienced a phenomenal climax.

Well, he did. So did I.

For the entire ride to the sixth floor, neither of us speaks. I keep throwing sidelong glances at Spencer, but he has his gaze nailed to the elevator door. When the doors glide open, he spreads an arm in a gentlemanly gesture to let me go first. Then we hustle down the corridor side by side.

The door to the conference room stands open.

Spencer waits for me to enter first, then quietly closes the door. Most of the space in this room is taken up by the large, round conference table. The only two seats available are at the end nearest to the door. Spencer pulls a chair out for me, then pushes it in once I've sat down. Only then does he take a seat beside me.

Brian Tonkin grins at Spencer. "The boss gets to show up late, huh? And you get to sit next to a pretty girl. I'm stuck between Larry and Robbie."

Lydia McDonnell aims a look of motherly disapproval at Brian. "You're stuck there because you chose to sit between Larry and Robbie. Don't blame the rest of us for your poor choices."

Ah, the ribbing has begun. It's a tradition with this group of risk analysts. I love the camaraderie, and I'm grateful we have a team filled with happy people. They wouldn't tease each other so much if they disliked their coworkers.

Brian wags his eyebrows at Spencer. "You missed the big show, boss. Larry was adjusting his toupee."

"Watch your mouth, kid. I don't wear a rug, so I could sue you for defamation of character."

Spencer sweeps his gaze over the whole gang. "It's time to start the meeting. You can torment each other all you like later. And feel free to enjoy the tea and cakes during the meeting."

Yep, that had been Spencer's idea. On Friday, he'd told me he wanted to give staff meetings a more relaxed atmosphere, and he wanted my opinion on whether the gang would like tea and cakes. I told him I always thought that kind of thing was an afternoon tradition, but he pointed out this is America and nobody will realize we altered the custom a teeny bit. Honestly, I think Spencer just wanted some tea and cakes today.

So now, here we are enjoying an English delight.

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