Page 34 of Snap Shot

No shit. I've already seen your finest professional moment.

“I'd like to put the past behind us—” Her gaze lingers where my fingers mindlessly scratch my chest. “Could you put a shirt on, please?”

This is too good.I smile, teeth cratering the lower lip. “Why? Am I toodistracting?”

Indi winces. It drowns under the loud thumping pulse in my ears. “No.It's common decency—”

“You don't have to pretend, Indi.”

She throws me an exasperated look before rolling her eyes. “And what am I pretending about?”

“What you think of me.” I rid dryness from the seam of my grin with my tongue, watching how her glance fixates on my mouth. “Youlikeme. It's understandable. I'm very likable.”

With the next deep breath, she casts out her admission like it's the worst thing in the world. “I don't...You're my client.” Her lips tighten, trying and failing to keep her annoyance under wraps. “This is a moot point. But it's not a secret...that you’re...”

“I'm...?” The man of your erotic workplace dreams? A God on Earth?

“...Objectively, physicallyattractive.”

A muffled snicker releases from my throat.

“Way to put the past behind us,” she mumbles, squinting at the ceiling.

As I pick up the burger, a loud growl warbles from her stomach. We sit in a moment of awkward silence, exchanging looks between the food and each other.

My brow wrinkles. “Have you eaten?”

“Um…”

“Here” —I scoot to the edge of the cushion— “we can share.”

“Er, no, thank you. I'd like to focus on the case—”

“I'll cut it in half.” I tear into the pack of plastic silverware and wield a serrated knife, hovering it over the domed wheat bun. “It's not a big deal.”

“There's no need. I'm fine—”

My eyes narrow. “But you're obviously hungry—”

“I don't eat beef.”

“Some fries, then.”

Another groan sounds from her belly.

“Eat, then we talk.”

“Fine.” Indi resigns, folding forward to reach for the fries.

Forcing her to eat in front of me was the worst suggestion I’ve ever had.Muted, pleasured noises emerge as she pokes every thin strip between her full lips. I chew on my burger faster to avoid doing the same. When Indi licks her fingers clean before wiping them on a paper napkin, I nearly choke trying to hide my insane boner.

“There. Happy?”

Happy? No, I'm not happy. I’m horny. My cock, the betraying bastard, thinks we're going camping and pitches a tent in my sweats. “Actually” —I fumble and almost drop the burger onto its wrapper— “I think Iwillgo put a shirt on.”

The next few minutes in my bathroom are spent switching from yelling at my prick to conjuring up the most disgusting things I can think of. Wrinkly zombie balls. Maggots on rotting flesh. Olsen's hairy ass.

He-Man goes down like a popped balloon, thank fuck.I throw on a shirt and jog back to the living room, parkouring over the back of the couch into a smooth landing. “Okay.” I take another large bite, savoring the cheese dripping from between the medium-rare patty. “You were saying?”

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