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“Wait,” I croak out. “I wanted to say thank you for tonight.” It’s exactly as awkward as I expected it to be, but he’s been so cool about all of this, and truthfully, I can’t imagine anyone else would be. “It was good, really good, before…”

He leans in and softly kisses my cheek. God, he smells amazing. “Pleasure was all mine, trust me.”

I run out the battery on my vibrator after he’s gone.

CHAPTER 20

IS THIS FLIRTING I SEE?

CHARLIE

Doubling our efforts at work means double the meetings, destroying any chance I had of balancing my workload, but honestly, I need the distraction.

Ever since I watched Emma play with herself, writhing next to me in pink lace with that toy between her legs, I can’t think of anything else.

“We should just sleep here,” I say, dumping my bag on the desk at ass o’clock in the morning.

The back of my shirt is still damp from rushing out of the shower this morning, and if Emma so much as smiles at me, I’m going to throw her onto the desk and wake myself up with her tongue.

It takes a little shuffling to see her face, but it’s worth it for the view. “You know, I’m shocked you’ve never camped out in the sleep pods, just in case you get document-related inspiration in the middle of the night.”

She scoffs, her eyes dancing. “And give this place more of my life?”

“What, you don’t like EPCOT Jr.?”

Her laugh morphs into a yawn. So the woman is human after all. “Don’t give them any ideas. If they could sell us the idea of living here as a new form of working from home, they’d do it.”

Christ, they would too. “State-of-the-art depression with a side of lifelong servitude.”

“Don’t forget the annual 2 percent pay rise,” she adds with a smile, and my traitorous heart thumps away in my chest.

I spend the next five minutes reminding myself that kissing her is off limits. If I do anything ridiculous, she’ll probably cut off my dick.

I’m thinking it so hard, I don’t even notice she’s moved until she’s at my side, holding out a coffee and looking like a dream come to life. I don’t need to ask to know she’s gotten my order perfect again. Hazelnut mocha, extra whip.

“Marry me,” I say, gently taking my prize from her. Our hands touch briefly, causing lightning to shoot through my veins.

When I look up, Emma’s watching with a mix of exasperation and fondness that is desperately fucking with my ability to not kiss her right now.

“You better be talking to the coffee,” she says. Fuck, she’s gorgeous.

I shoot her a grin. “Only because you wouldn’t have me.”

I’m locked in place as she looks me up and down, hungry for every drop of her attention and desperately waiting for her next move.

Whatever she’s thinking, she doesn’t share, but the soft smile on her lips as she walks back to her desk haunts the rest of my day.

“You do realize that if we don’t tell them where to save anything, they’ll just make it up as they go.”

Emma sighs out loud. “Yes, thank you for pointing that out. I did, in fact, phrase it that way on purpose. Any document that doesn’t require strict approval or revision control can be saved in any other company-provided system. If anything, we’re over-saving information. Do you know how much money the company spends on storage?”

“No, but enlighten me.”

“Well, actually, I don’t know. But I’m sure it’s millions.” She crosses her arms, waiting for me to challenge her. I like her like this: headstrong, unapologetic.

I swear if she embraced that side of herself more, there’d be no stopping her.

“Okay, I trust you. I’m merely playing?—”

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