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Gina gave her a knowing look. “With whatever that is.” She nodded subtly toward Kenyatta. “People talk.”

Krys exhaled sharply, watching as Kenyatta scoffed knowingly at something Sasha said on his way out.

He was too comfortable already.

But so was she.

Chapter 14

The tension in the office, the whispers, the glances, speculation carried over to the next morning.

Krys had been doing her best to keep her composure, to ignore the way Kenyatta made everything feel like a game; one where she refused to lose, but somehow, she was always playing.

Krys had been in her office, skimming through emails, sipping coffee, trying to keep her head clear, when a loud commotion erupted down the hall.

Not angry, but heated. And at the center of it was Kenyatta.

She exhaled sharply, setting her coffee down before pushing her chair back. Heels clicking against the polished floor, she strode toward the noise, her presence alone enough to have a few employees quickly getting back to work.

As she turned the corner, she saw Terry, Reese, and a few others standing near Kenyatta’s desk.

He was leaned back, that damn lazy smirk on his face, completely unfazed as the office buzzed around him.

“All I’m saying is,” Terry said, arms crossed, clearly enjoying this too much, “if you supposed to be the boss’s right-hand, we need details. This came out of nowhere.”

Reese nodded, arms folded. “Yeah, you pop up outta nowhere, and next thing we know, you sitting in on meetings? What’s the deal, bro?”

Kenyatta sat back even further, the picture of pure amusement. “Y’all real invested in my business.”

Terry shrugged. “Krys don’t usually mix business and pleasure, that’s all I’m saying.”

A few low snickers.

Krys felt her jaw clench just as Kenyatta’s smirk widened.

“That mean you think I’m pleasurable?”

Terry choked on his water. “I ain’t said all that.”

The office erupted into laughter.

Enough.

“What’s going on?” Krys’ voice sliced through the noise, and the entire group went silent.

Terry straightened immediately. “Nothing. Just getting to know the new guy.”

Krys’ gaze flicked to Kenyatta, who was way too entertained.

“Y’all don’t have work to do?” she asked smoothly, arching a single brow.

Murmurs of“yes, ma’am”rippled through the office as everyone scattered, except for Kenyatta. He stayed seated. Still smirking.

Krys exhaled slowly, arms crossed. “You enjoying yourself?”

Kenyatta chuckled, resting his forearms on the desk. “You mad ‘cause they nosy, or ‘cause they right?”

Her stomach tightened, but she didn’t let it show. “You workforme, Kenyatta. Notwithme.”

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