Page 3 of Snow Harm, No Foul

“I haven’t minded it too much yet. The snowfall hasn’t changed at all.”

It’s never-ending. Every morning, I wake up and don’t understand how the piles keep getting higher.

“I have a snow blower you can borrow if you’re tired of shovelling all the snow,” she offers.

“I’d appreciate that, actually. I hate shovelling. It’s a job I’m happy to hand off to a man.”

She nods and exhales heavily. “I know! But ones nice enough to do that for you are hard to come by here.”

“Maybe we need to put an ad out,” I tease.

“ISO a strong man to help clear our sidewalks.”

I laugh. “It sounds a bit dirty when you say it like that.”

“I mean, I’m up for both types of sidewalk clearing, but I’ll have to see how they do with my actual sidewalk first.”

“Like a test run?”

“Exactly! If he can finish the job without complaining, then I’ll consider him for something physically demanding.”

“Sex with you is more work than shovelling heavy, packed-down piles of snow?”

She shrugs, the tips of her ears pinking up. “I like to be thrown around sometimes. Sue me.”

“Hey, I’m not one to judge. I like that, too. Add some spanking and choking, and I’m not going anywhere.”

A throat clears, the noise of it too deep to come from Jill. I press my lips together to keep quiet and slowly spin in my chair.

My co-worker’s eyes flare wide as she takes in the man standing at the entrance to my cubicle, looking like a school principal ready to hand out detentions to naughty students.

Grayson Pierce, our boss, doesn’t intimidate me as much as he does Jill. He’s handsome—hot as fuck, really—and tall enough that he can probably change a lightbulb without needing a step stool to reach it.

But he’s not my type. Too smooth around the edges.

I don’t want a guy who would put me in detention when I misbehave. I want one that will bend me over a desk and spank me until he thinks I’ve been punished enough. Ideally, with a flaming red ass and a soaked pussy.

“Hi, Grayson,” I say, shoving those thoughts from my head.

He crosses his left foot over the right and leans his shoulder against the wall in an attempt to look intimidating. “Ivy. Jill. I hope you weren’t wasting the day away gossiping.”

I stare up at him and blink innocently. “No, we weren’t. Jill was just telling me how badly her sidewalks need to be cleared. Are you available to help anytime soon?”

Jill goes as red as her dress. Her poor ears don’t have a chance now of returning to their normal pasty-white colour.

“I have a snow blower!” she blurts out.

I shouldn’t be enjoying this as much as I am, but I can’t help it. It’s been a while since my chest has felt so light.

Keeping Jill beneath my gaze, I say, “You’re letting me borrow it, remember?”

“I’ll survive until you’re done.”

“Or . . . Grayson could help.”

Clearly feeling pressured, our boss clears his throat again and stands as straight as a metal bar. “I can come by this weekend. There’s supposed to be another five inches falling over the next two days.”

Jill stops glaring at me long enough to offer him a grateful smile. “Thank you. If you’re sure.”

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