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“I’ve changed my mind about rule number one. If you’re not around me, you’re wearing fucking panties. Also, that’s now rule number two, because number one is that this benefits thing is fucking exclusive, Shardonnay. I have no desire to share you with anyone.”

Guess he didn’t take that last message too well. “Couldn’t this wait until tomorrow? I’m tired.” I yawn.

Xavier pulls me closer, settling my head on his shoulder as his arm circles around me. I’m used to feeling small. However, being wrapped in Xavier’s arms, not only do I feel small becausethe guy is six foot two, but I also feel safe. I’m not sure that’s a feeling I should be associating with Xavier Christianson.

His lips brush the top of my head. “Go to sleep. We’ll work out the finer details tomorrow.”

Closing my eyes, I let myself drift off to sleep with Xavier’s hands running through my hair.

Chapter Fourteen

It’s been one week since I first had Shardonnay. I’ve done my best to fuck her out of my system but it’s not working. The more of her I have, the more I want. I feel like I’m going insane.

I’m knee-deep in textbooks, trying to find a clause to get Andrew Mathers off on the embezzlement charges. It’s really not looking good for the guy. Unless I can find his wife or the moneyI have no doubt she stole. The knock on my door has me looking up. Nathan walks in, and after helping himself to my wet bar, he sits in one of the chairs opposite my desk.

“Can I help you?” I ask.

He holds up a finger, indicating for me to wait, as he downs the contents of his glass in one go. “She’s going to drive me fucking crazy,” he grunts.

“Who is?” I ask, playing dumb. I know exactlywho. I just want to hear him say it.

“Fucking Bentley. This is why I’ve never taken on an associate before.” He runs a hand over his face.

“Because you’d want to fuck them all?” I ask, shifting books around on my desk.

“I don’t want to fuck her,” he denies.

“Sure you don’t.”

“Come on, man, you don’t have an associate. Can’t you just take her under your wing?”

I raise an eyebrow at him. “You want me.” I point to myself. “To take Bentley on as my associate?” I attempt to clarify.

He nods his head.

“You realise that would mean working really close with her, late nights, dinners in the office…”

“Fuck off.” He stands and walks back to the wet bar, refilling his glass.

“It’s nine a.m., Nathan. You might want to ease up a bit.”

“It’s either this or I’m going to go and drag that girl into a supply closet and fuck her like a goddamn animal in heat.”

“Well, that’s an image I could have done without.” I cringe.

“What the fuck am I meant to do? I need to get rid of her.”

“First of all, I don’t see what the issue is. She’s a nice girl. You’ve been hunting for a nice girl to settle down with for years.”

“The problem is I’m her fucking boss. It’s wrong. And she’s not always as nice as you’d think. There’s a little spitfire hidingbehind that polite smile of hers.” He grins like he can’t help himself.

“Look, boss or not, if you want her, tell her. If not, move aside. Because a woman like that will not stay single for long.”

“What do you know that I don’t?” he asks.

“Nothing much. I just saw Justin and Bentley whispering to each other in the kitchen the other day.” I lift a shoulder, shrugging like it’s no big deal. It is. To him. Nathan makes a beeline for the door. “Where are you going?” I ask him.

“To fucking fire that dipshit Justin,” he growls, before exiting my office.

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