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ME:No. We’re friends.

JASON:You’re as much friends as rock pretending to be a bird, LOL. But you keep telling yourself that, buddy.

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Working at KPI is becoming just as fun as tormenting Bodi in this game we’re playing.

Over the last week, I’ve created folders and archives for everything I need, made a production script for the next charity event, started negotiating vendors for the other events, and I’m really growing into the job.

It might not be the dream job I wanted, like one of the editing positions, but I created a routine that makes me feel good and useful. After our lunch date—because he can call it whatever he wants, but it was a damn lunch date—we both upped our game.

Or maybe I did.

I’m fully dedicated to make him crack.

I grab every chance to flirt with him, stroking his arm or shooting him a wink. He went into full friend mode whenever he’s not busy being my boss. He’s adamant to stay friends, replying to every single one of my actions with an affable gesture.

He’s consistent, I’ll give him that. But he doesn’t realize it’s making it even more of a challenge I want to rise to.

“I’m going now, honey. Do you need a ride?” Agnes asks, standing in front of her desk.

My eyes move to the clock that says it’s 5:30 PM.

“No, thanks. I’m pretty sure he’ll be done soon.”

“Don’t wait too long, honey. Before you know it, they expect you to wait forever.”

Ha, I’ve already been waiting too long as it is.

“Good night, Agnes,” I sing-song with my eyes still locked on my screen, and a smile lifts the corner of my mouth.

I’d expected Agnes to at least make a few comments since she’s a regular spectator of our displays of verbal affection, but so far, she’s just giving me glances of amusement while keeping her mouth shut.

I put my focus back to my inbox, sorting and replying to the emails that have been sliding in this afternoon. Time creeps by until I notice a shadow moving beside me.

When I look up, Bodi is standing next to my desk, and when I bring my attention to the clock, it now says 6:30.

His sunglasses sit in his hair, his keys in his hand, and he’s looking sexy as ever. He’s wearing a black button-down with his sleeves rolled up, creating a longing to touch his skin in my now aching fingers.

“Are you ready to go?” I love the familiarity in his voice, like it’s the most normal thing that we’re going home together, and I let my eyes take him in from top to bottom.

“Do you ever wear a jacket?”

“Why do I need a jacket when I have a car?”

“Well, I don’t know? Because it’s only thirty degrees outside?”

“Aah, are you cold?” he coos before he glances around the now empty office, then lowers his voice. “Do you want me to keep you warm?”

One brow lifts, daring him with my tongue pressed against my teeth. “If I say yes, will you take me back to your office and warm me up?”

I see his internal struggle, but he makes a quick recovery.

“No, I was more thinking about putting on the heater in the car. I also have heated seats to keep your ass warm.”

“I know something else that will keep my ass warm.”

His lips form a thin line, but I can see the smile that’s dying to creep through.

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