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“If you say so.” She stumbled getting off the chair and I had to catch her before she fell. Our faces were startlingly close together as I helped her stand up. “Thanks.”

“Don't mention it.”Ever again.

Her words came out slow and slurred. “I'm going to go to bed now.”

I hated myself for what I was about to say. “Can you do that safely?”

“Well, I've been doing it for quite some time so I believe I can.”

“Maggie, you can barely stand. Do you need help getting to your bedroom?”

“Maybe.”

I shouldn’t be doing this. I put my arm out for her to take. “Let me escort you to your room at least.”

As she took my arm her scent about killed me. It was as if every part of her was designed to knock down my boundaries. Her softness, her warmth, her very presence. I wanted it all. Each step toward her bedroom felt like hell.

When she walked in drunk, I thought for sure we were headed either for a fight or to the bedroom. A checkmate either way. But this bizarre stalemate didn't sit well with me. I wanted a clear win or a clear loss. Not a tie.

Once I got her to her room I knew things were about to get worse. She didn't let go of my arm as she walked inside. Instead, she pulled me in with her and closed the door.

“Maggie, what are you doing?”

“I think I need more help.”

“What is it?”

She sighed and turned around, lifting her hair to expose the button on her shirt. It fastened at the nape of her neck. “I don’t think I can unbutton this on my own.”

I laughed under my breath and unfastened it for her. “You're all set.”

“I'm not though.” She lifted her top over her shoulders and threw it onto the floor. My blood pressure shot up like a rocket, among other things. “I need help to get my bra undone, too.”

This woman was trying to kill me. Seeing her take off her blouse was enough to give me a hard-on. Something so simple on its own but I had to aim my hips away from her as I reached over and unclasped her bra.

I'd be fucked for sure if she felt me.

I wasn't sure that was a bad thing anymore.

Before I could say another word, she had her hands over her breasts and turned around, keeping the cursed bra in place. “Thank you, Julian. You can go now.”

Hoarsely, I asked, “Are you sure?”

“Mm-hmm. Thanks for all your help.”

I clicked my tongue when I realized what she was doing. “You're welcome. See you in the morning, Maggie.” My pace as I exited was somewhere between a run and a walk. If I didn't escape her, things were going to turn into something that neither one of us could handle.

That wouldn't have been fair to anyone.

As much as I wanted to believe that she was just playing a game, I wasn't sure anymore. Was she flirting with me to punish me? To tempt me? To prove that we couldn't be professional about this? If this was just a game to her, then how did she feel about me?

It didn't matter. I had to do the smart thing for my future, for my daughter, and that was keeping this professional. Nothing more.

I couldn’t afford for it to be anything more.

Chapter 19

Maggie

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