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The previous project manager was meaningless. Giving her any of my energy would suggest otherwise. Her stank attitude and accusation made me want to work harder. I would help make Amber a splash at Love Con. We'd have so many downloads in the first few days that we'd have to turn away beta testers and create a waiting list of hopefuls.

The hater was going down. I would manifest that with all my energy.

I stayed spun up on the five-minute drive to the office and Ryu's door. Then I remembered I was twenty minutes late.

“This is not like you.” He looked up from his laptop. “Is there something wrong?”

“It's been that kind of day already.” I set his tumbler and scone on his desk.

He stood and walked around his desk. “Are you okay?”

I gave him a winning smile, symbolizing my can-do attitude powered by petty revenge. “Better than okay. I am motivated to help Amber blow the competition out of the water so previous project managers can eat a murder of crows.”

He relaxed and leaned against his desk. “As you should. Do I even want to ask?”

“Not if you want to stay sane.”

Ryu shrugged, and I kissed him. He tensed briefly before returning it. He cupped my face, and the heat from last night returned in full force.

I broke it off before we got too worked up. “That was for understanding last night and because I do what I want. I don’t care what anyone says. I'm good at what I do and have a right to be here.”

He tipped my chin upward to meet his gaze. “No argument from me.”

His voice was husky, almost like I—

Oh, I really needed to pull it together. My fanfic affair was over. This one held promise. I wouldn't let my subconscious ruin it over an entanglement that barely lasted the weekend by trying to meld them together. Ryu was not Dragon.

“Good.” I wiped my lip gloss from his lips. “I'm going to prepare for the morning muster. Don't forget that I will be off on Friday. I will brief you Monday.”

He kissed my palm. His light brown eyes darkened as they threatened to swallow me. I knew there were only two options, in or out. Those honey-brown eyes also warned me I wouldn't have long to choose.

So with all the courage I could muster, I stalked away from him.

Then I locked the door.

CHAPTER 16

Ryu

M

y heart stopped when Judy-Lynn sauntered away from me, her butt taunting me in her long skirt. There would be another cold shower release in my future. The woman was hell on my senses. I couldn’t just imagine away my lust via temperature. No, she required chill and handling. That was what I got for pushing.

I should have known. She told me last night she wanted to take things slow. No matter how much I desired her, a kiss was just a kiss. Now add to that that we were in the office. My dick tried to write a check my lust couldn’t cash.

Granted, while the work day didn’t start until 7:30, it already had for us. Every day we were grinding—poor thought choice—at six.

Click.

Did she lock my door?

Blood rushed in my veins, heading south. She faced me, leaning against the door. She wore a flowery skirt, one of those long summery ones that captured the season in fabric. It was fun, sun, and soon-to-be sex. No heels today—damn.

Next time.

I moved to join her at the door when she held out her hand for me to stop and then pointed to the chair she had vacated. Without thinking, I sat.

I blamed the phenomenal cosplay sex at Martinicon. My fantasies about Judy-Lynn were rooted in experience. A little compliance would go a long way for me, given that I could hammer nails with my groin. Besides, at least there wasn’t a leash this time.

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