Page 154 of Never You

Sucked the fun out of it, and he just doubled down on my misery for the rest of the night.

My eyes rake down her body, taking her in with a feeling of lust that has me forgetting I’m at work. She’s wearing a white shirt with high-waist jeans that bring out the swells of her hips. Her V-neck gives me a slight glance of her cleavage, reminding me of how perfectly her breasts fit in the palm of my hand. When I move my gaze up, she’s blinking at me, amused, a smile tugging on the corner of her pink lips.

I want to know if she still tastes like peaches by pushing my mouth on hers.

I want to kiss her senseless.

And she fucking knows it.

The sound of the elevator door snaps me out of my carnal thoughts, and I turn around as Agnes strolls in. “Good morning, sir.”

“Morning,” I mumble when I twist my body back to Kayla. She’s standing there, awkwardly glancing at Agnes while the woman moves behind her desk.

When Agnes notices the suitcase next to her, she gives me a confused expression before she offers Kayla a comforting smile, no judgment, like the classy woman she is.

“Who’s this?”

“This is Kayla.” I brace myself for the judging frown I’ve grown familiar with from my office manager. She rarely speaks out, but she’s a master at giving me looks that make me feel like shit whenever there is another girl walking in here, thinking they are my girlfriend. To be honest, there have been a few in the past few months, so I can’t blame her suspicion.

“She’s my new PA.”

She’s troubleis what I should’ve said.

Her mouth forms an O as she nods, then presses her lips together, though I can see the grin that’s dying to come out. “I didn’t know you needed a PA.”

“Neither did I,” I mutter.

Kayla rolls her eyes, folding her arms in front of her chest. “Look, I’m grateful for the opportunity, but if you’re going to be a dick to me, I’m just going to find another job, Bodi,” she sasses. “I’m sure there are a few more publishers in this town who are willing to take a chance on me. Or maybe I’ll just work in a bookstore or something.”

“No,” I bark, way quicker than I would’ve liked. “I told Rae you can work here, so you can work here. You can help me with the foundation for now. We have a charity ball coming up.”

“Charity ball?” Her brows knit together.

“Mr. McKay is organizing a fundraiser for the Ava McKay Foundation. He doesn’t just spend all his money on shoes.” A proud look travels on Agnes’s face, warming my chest. It reminds me of how my mother used to look at me when I was little.

Kayla turns her head back to me, playfully shoving my belly like we’re friends.

We are notfriends. The fact that my dick is saluting her inside my pants proves as much.

“You have your own charity?”

“I do. It’s named after my mother.” The death of my mother is a glum memory, but I take comfort out of the foundation that my dad and I created in her honor. We couldn’t help my mother with her drug addiction, but at least we can help others.

Her face turns serious, giving me a tentative look. “Yeah, Rae told me about her. I’m sure she would be proud of you.”

“Thank you.” I don’t know why, but her compliment feels good. “I like to help wherever I can.”

“I didn’t know you were such a do-gooder?”

“I’m really not.” I dip my chin, my eyes narrowing as they tangle with hers.

She bites her lip, and the tension rises. Heated, like we’d be able to make popcorn from the air between us. I know she senses it too, her cheeks slowly growing more flush as the seconds pass. Red flags pop into my head, but I have a hard time ignoring them.

Fucking get it together, mate.

Act professional.

Fuck, if this is how it’s going to go while she’s working for me, this is going to be a pain.

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