Page 34 of Forbidden You

“Why does that surprise you?”

“Because I don’t know a lot of CEOs who even attend more than two charity events a year, let alone organize them.”

“You personally know a lot of CEOs?” I mock, running my tongue along the inside of my bottom lip.

“Only the ones that matter. Jeff Bezos, Elon Musk, Zuckerberg, Steve Jobs.”

“Jobs is dead.”

“Oh, so that’s why he’s not returning my calls?” She brings her index finger to her lips, her eyes moving up to the ceiling.

This girl.

“Cute,” I titter.

“Now, be careful, Mr. McKay.” She playfully gives me a reprimanding expression, and I watch her with my lips pressed together in amusement. “Calling an employee‘cute’could be interpreted as flirting. We wouldn’t want to give the rest of the office the impression we have a special relationship, now do we? Don’t make me call HR.”

I stay quiet, my nostrils flaring as I hold her daring gaze, my hands folded in front of my chest. She seductively bites her lip like a little minx and there are at least a dozen comments on my tongue that I want to blurt out. All of which are definitely not allowed between office walls, but it’s taking a lot to keep my mouth shut.

“You think you’re funny, don’t you?” A smile wants to break through, but I’m able to keep a straight face.Barely.

She scoffs, making her brown curls bounce. “YouknowI’m funny.”

“Do you need anything else?” I ask, before I tell her what I need instead.

Her lashes lower, a lazy look forming in her goddamn cheeky eyes. “Why? Are you here to meet my needs?”

Goddamn.

My dick springs to life, painfully growing in my jeans, my only hope of hiding the effect of her words being the fact that I’m sitting behind my desk.

“Kayla,” I scowl.

“What?” she shrieks, putting on an innocent pout that doesn’t match her expression. “I was talking about lunch. What are you having for lunch?”

“Get out,” I huff as I pinch the bridge of my nose, with my dick sitting between my legs in agony. This girl will kill me with the amount of heart attacks she gives me.

“I’m kidding, Bodi!” Her eyes cast to the ceiling. “You don’t have to be so fucking stiff all the time. You were definitely more fun last summer.”

I move forward with an angry glare, resting my elbows on my desk.

“I wasn’tstiffuntil you opened your snarky little mouth.” I ferociously hold her gaze, watching how a silent O forms on her lips as it registers what I’m saying. “Nowget out,Kayla.”

She giggles, unfazed by my raging energy, before she trots back to the door, disappearing behind it with a short wave. I push out a breath when she closes the door behind her, only for it to open up again.

“So, we’re not having lunch together?” Her taunting smirk is tempting me to yank her back in here and shut her up with my mouth covering hers.

“NO!” I roar, and she lets out a short cry, the door slamming shut this time.

I can hear her laugh behind the closed door while I rest my head in my hands, my own smile now breaking free.

What the hell am I going to do with her?

9

My nose forces my feet out of my room, following the smell of oregano and cheese with a copy of Fifty Shades of Grey tucked underneath my arm.

My eyes land on the finest male specimen I’ve ever seen when I reach the open plan kitchen. He’s standing in front of the six-burner stove, his toned back clear in his white t-shirt. Gray sweatpants hang low on his hips, and I don’t need him to turn around to know he’ll give me a supermodel smile the second he does. He’s like any girl’s wet dream and he sure as hell is mine. Bodi McKay is in a different league than all the boys I’d met at Stanford.

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