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I swear to God, if he kisses me right now, I might actually come.

“So, how about it? You, me, River, and Nathan. Dinner. Friday evening.”

“Oh—okay. That sounds good.”

“Good,” he says and pulls away. “I’ll see you later. And remember,” he adds, opening the door. I didn’t even register the movement from my chair to the door. I’m too busy reeling from the close encounter. “We’re right next door if you need any help. With anything.”

“Thank you, Cassius.”

He gives me one last smile and heads out.

I’m left in heavy, heated silence as I wonder how the hell I’m going to get through the rest of my first day on the job when I am this aroused.

6

Christa

Ireally don’t like speaking in front of so many people.

Not after my previous work experience, that is. I keep glancing at the clock, still stuck behind my desk, unable to move. It’s Friday and only ten minutes before the quarterly staff meeting starts. My phone pings.

Left you a gift in the top left drawer, River writes in his text.I would’ve sent it straight to your home address, but it seemed unprofessional to send you a gift to an address I pulled from your personnel file.

I stare at the text for a moment, trying to get my brain to work again, but then I open the drawer and find a pale pink box from an upscale lingerie store with a tag with my name on it attached to the lid.

It’s a breathtakingly beautiful lingerie set. Crotchless panties, bra, and a garter belt, an ensemble made from fine sapphire-blue lace with intricate detail work and silk ribbons. My fingertips tingle as I run them over the fabric, my eyes twinkling as I admire the embroidered Swarovski crystals and silverthread accents.

With trembling hands, I text him back.Are you serious?

Don’t tell me I didn’t get your size right. My hands have perfect memory.

It’s unprofessional to send this to my home address, but it’s professional to leave it in my desk at work?

He takes a while to type his reply while I wait on the edge of my seat with a fluttering heart.

Shall I take it back?

No.

Then wear it tonight. See you in ten minutes.

I have no smart-ass comeback. I can only smile as I put the box away. At least I traded one form of anxiety for a much sweeter one—now, I’m less stressed about the staff meeting and more nervous about our dinner date tonight.

“Ready?”River whispers as I take my seat next to him in the conference room.

“As I’ll ever be,” I reply with a weak smile.

Next to River, Nathan and Cassius sit comfortably, going over their briefing notes. A couple of chairs farther down, I see Tony—he sees me, too, and gives me a friendly wave. The chair to my left is empty, but I see a woman coming in with several other members of staff, and she’s looking right at us, a glimmer of recognition twinkling in her green eyes.

“That’s Alexandra Jones,” River tells me. “Our new partner in the green energy department.”

“Oh. Right. You’re developing over there, too,” I whisper, nodding slowly.

Alexandra Jones is a beautiful woman. Slim, with perfect, straight, black hair that cascades over her shoulders. Her skin glows. Her lips are perfectly plump and glossy pink. Her figure is wrapped tightly in a dark green pencil skirt and a soft yellow see-through shirt. Her perky breasts stand out against a lacy bra, and I know she’s wearing it on purpose. Her heels click louder as she reaches us and smiles a most charming smile.

“Good morning,” Alexandra says.

“Hi,” I reply with a soft smile.

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