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“Well, I don’t have blue eyes or a trust fund.”

“I love your green eyes,” I blurt out, finally speaking. It’s an impulse I’m not good at controlling. I wish I could, but my mouth always gets ahead of me.

“You’re very sweet, Tinsley.” He says that as though it’s a bad thing.

“Too sweet?”

“With the wrong person, I suppose.” He suddenly stands, and panic takes flight inside of me. He’s leaving. “You’ve got yourself one now, princess.”

“What?” Does he mean what I hope he means? That I’ve got myself a man?

“A job.”

Oh, right.

I’ll take it.

Chapter Four

CALLUM

Leaving her is getting harder and harder. Last night I had to watch her get into her car and drive home. Away from me.

Sure, I followed after her and made sure she got there safely, but it wasn’t the same as having her in the car with me. It wasn’t like the night before when I touched her. I forced myself to go home and take a breath. Stalking Tinsley isn’t smart, although giving her a job isn’t exactly the best idea I’ve ever had.

I sent her a text last night with an address and what time to meet me. The time I told her was exactly when school ended, so unless she skips class she won’t be able to make it to her first day of work on time. My grin is wicked as I check my watch and stand in front of the window.

As I suspected, she’s pulling into the parking lot already ten minutes late. She gets out of her little car and straightens her skirt before she grabs her bag out of the car and comes running toward my building.

This office is mostly for appearances, but the building came up for sale a few years ago when I moved to town and was a good investment. It was a lot of space, so I decided to lease out the lower floors while saving the top one for myself.

It takes Tinsley five more minutes to navigate the elevators and find my office. When she comes through she’s a little frazzled, and there’s a flush in her cheeks.

“I’m so sorry I’m late. I got held up and then?—”

“Do you think I casually hand out jobs, Miss Moore?” My voice is stern as I walk around my desk and put my hands in my pockets.

“Well, no, but?—”

“Exactly. I expect the people that work for me to be professional, and that includes being on time.”

Her chin dips, and she looks down at the floor. “I’m sorry.”

“You’ll call me sir while we’re in this office.”

“I’m sorry, sir,” she says quietly.

I walk closer and then circle around her, looking up and down. She’s got on her usual uniform except today she’s wearing a pale purple cardigan with rhinestones on it and a matching bow in her hair. I stop in front of her, and her eyes lift to mine. She’s looking up at me through her lashes, and I can’t help but think how pretty she would be on her knees.

“There’s an expression I’ve always been fond of. The best way to apologize is with behavior.” I cross my arms over my chest, mostly so I don’t reach out and touch her. “I’d like for you to prove to me that you’re sorry.”

She nervously licks her lips. “What would you like me to do?” I raise an eyebrow at her. “Sir.”

I cock my head to the side as I slowly look her up and down. “I’d like your panties.”

Her mouth drops open, and she blinks at me. “What?”

“You’re on thin ice, Miss Moore,” I warn.

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