Page 39 of Forbidden You

I mean that. I’m not trying to be his girlfriend. I’m just trying to get more memories in my mental spank bank with the man who still has me dreaming about his lips between my legs.He really is a sex god.

“You’re awful, Kayla. He’s your boss.”

“I know!” No one ever fucking makes me forget.

“Not to mention, you’re nineteen.”

“So? That wasn’t an issue last summer.”

“I don’t think he wants his employees to find out he has had an affair with his nineteen-year-old assistant.” Well, if she’s going to put it like that. “Besides, you’re here for the job. What if you and Bodi cross that line and it doesn’t end well? I get why he’s hesitant.”

“I know,” I concede. “It’s just fun fucking with his head.” It’s something that comes natural to me, my mouth blurting out things to grow closer to him. Physically, but also mentally.

I walk into the office building, heading straight for the elevator.

“Anyway,” she drawls.Oh, shit. She needs something. “Now that you got your finger in the honeypot... I was wondering if you could do something for me?”

“Finger in the honeypot? Is that a real expression?” I scrunch my nose until my dirty mind moves a step up. “Although, it sounds sexy? Have you ever tried it with Jensen? Oh no, stop. Don’t answer that.”

“For fuck’s sake, Keeks. Get your head out of the gutter.”

I push the elevator button, hissing, “That would be an option if yourfriendwould give me some.”

“My friend is yourboss!” Fuck, everyone keeps crushing my fantasies.

“Don’t remind me. What do you want?”

“I need you to read Charlotte’s book.”

My brows fold together. “Charlotte? Charlotte who?” The words fall from my tongue and at the same moment, I realize who she’s talking about. “You mean Charlotte Hansen?” I ask, referring to the wife of MMA champion Hunter Hansen, one of Jensen’s friends. We’ve met a few times, the last time being over Thanksgiving. OrFriendsgiving,how Rae called it. “No. I like Charlotte. What if I hate her book?Youread it.”

“I have read it. It’s really good. But I’m not an editor.”

“Err, newsflash? Neither am I.” The doors open, and I get on the elevator, pressing the button to the top floor. Talking about another crushed fantasy.

“You have studied English lit.”

“Ehmm, I’m sorry? Did you forget the part where I dropped out of Stanford? We all know how that worked out.”

“Dropped out? I thought you failed?”

Fuck.

“Same thing. Either way, I’m not qualified. I’m just a PA. Besides, isn’t Bodi a friend of Hunter’s as well? Why doesn’t he set up a meeting for his wife?”

“Because she wants to do it without him. She doesn’t even know I’m asking this. She’s planning to send it to a bunch of publishers. Please, Keeks. She doesn’t want to send it to Bodi, but I think it might be his next bestseller.”

I bite my tongue for a moment, bringing my gaze up to the ceiling. “You do realize Bodi would probably do it for you anyway?”

“But that’s the thing. I don’t want him to publish it out of pity.”

I see a lot of issues in this whole situation, but I like to read, I like Charlotte, and well, I love my Rae.

“What if I hate it?” I’m sure Charlotte wants honesty, but I still don’t like the idea of telling her I don’t like her book.

“I’m not even telling her you’re going to read it.”

Okay, that works.

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