Page 3 of One Hot Moment

"Yep. I studied up on British slang when I heard you were coming to work here."

"They teach that in America?"

Her soft laughter is so charming that I want to kiss her. "Nobody teaches British slang, as far as I know. But you can find pretty much anything on the internet."

"Not me. If I type in 'blue ballpoint pen,' the internet shows me red apples."

Tabitha touches my arm. "Don't worry. I can do all the online shopping for you. Now, shall we move on to the file cabinets? I'll need to explain the way I file things, otherwise you won't have a clue."

"Sounds intriguing. Let's do that."

My assistant leads me over to the corner where three file cabinets hunker against the wall. Each cabinet has three drawers. Tabitha opens the top drawer in the first cabinet, showing me her filing system. It involves folders and tabs and subfolders with their own tabs. The words on each tab have been printed, not handwritten. In my old office, I scrawled those things myself. Her way is better. I have ruddy awful handwriting. It's all going smoothly until...

Tabitha kneels to open the last drawer, and I get a fantastic view of her arse.

No matter how hard I try, I can't stop staring at those round cheeks and the way her skirt stretches tightly over them. My cock is rousing, and I don't know if I can prevent myself from getting hard.

Oh, perfect. I'm going to be sacked on day one.

Chapter Two

Tabitha

Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Spencer wincing and wiping a hand over his face. He screws up his mouth too. Whatever his problem is, I won't ask. Any good administrative assistant knows never to question what the boss does unless it might lead to an SEC investigation. If Spencer wants to act like he's having an upright colonoscopy in his office, that's his concern and none of mine.

But I do like him. I wasn't bullshitting my new boss when I told him I think he's very sweet and adorable. I've always loved the British accent, and Spencer's deep voice makes his accent sound even sexier.

I'm about to shut the bottom drawer when I notice a piece of paper has fallen onto the bottom of the cabinet. That might be something important. Better nab it. So, I lay one hand on top of the cabinet to steady me, then I thrust my hand in there to rummage around and try to catch the errant paper. My fingers keep slipping. The page scoots further away. I duck my head inside the cabinet to get closer to that damn piece of paper.

Spencer coughs. "Are you, ah, almost done there?"

"Yeah, almost."

"Maybe I should do that."

I turn my head, but I can only see a sliver of his face. "No offense, but you wouldn't fit in here. You have sizable arm muscles that would get in the way."

"Right, of course. But I don't want you to get trapped in there."

"This is my job." I finally get hold of the paper and carefully pull my head and shoulders out of the cabinet. I raise it triumphantly. "Success at last. I was beginning to think I'd need to call Dr. Who to whisk me away to the alternate dimension where missing papers go to die."

"I'm quite glad that wasn't necessary. And I'm happy to hear you're a fan of British television series." Spencer offers me his hand, helping me get to my feet. "I hope this won't be the usual manner of retrieving documents."

"No, I promise it won't. Crawling around inside a file cabinet isn't my preferred method of retrieving anything."

Spencer shoves a finger inside his shirt's neck and tugs on it several times. "I'm sorry I was staring at your arse. I didn't mean to do it."

I pat his arm. "Relax. I won't be filing any sexual harassment charges. And I don't blame you for staring at my ass. It was shoved in your face, after all."

He blows out a breath, seeming intensely relieved. "Thank you, Tabitha. I'd hate to be sacked on day one at my new job."

"Why don't we move on to the rest of your orientation? You've seen everything in this office."

"Yes, please, let's move on."

I lead him out the door, but as we pass by my desk, he winces faintly. Does he think I have silly string in my desk drawer and I'll spray him with it when he least expects it? Spencer had seemed so freewheeling when I first saw him. But he quickly shifted into anxiety. How strange. If I've done something to make him uncomfortable, I want to fix that.

Well, okay, I did climb into a file cabinet. And I shoved my ass in his face. I should apologize to him again. On second thought, I think I'd better just leave things as they are for now.

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