Page 51 of Keep Your Friends Close and Your… Work Enemy Closer?

"I won't be drooling over you, Jared. Sheesh. It's not like I've never seen a man without a shirt before." Wait, did that make sense? Double negatives, er, actually triple negatives were very confusing.

Out of the corner of my eye, his back to me, I saw him draping his pants, dress shirt, and undershirt across a few chairs, a ton of bare skin on display, the only thing on his big body a pair of boxers, and not the loose, baggy kind either. Of course, Jared just had to wear the kind that hugged him tightly, revealing the curve of his ass. And what an ass it was. Tight. Not too big, not too small, the perfect handful to grab.

I gulped down a bite of my sushi as Jared turned to me, my eyes movingthere, my mouth going slack at the enormous bulge on display.

"Guess I won't be impressing anyone with this level of shrinkage," he said.

If Jared considered that shrinkage, then I seriously questioned my understanding of the word 'big.' And every single man I'd ever been with in my life. Good God.

Grabbing a wad of napkins, he wiped his chair dry and straightened up the mess, while I sat there eating away and ogling him, trying not to drool too much. He disappeared to the breakroom, soon returning with another drink, more napkins, and a handful of food.

"More food?"

"Yeah. In case you hadn't noticed, I'm a big boy."

Oh, I'd noticed all right. "Uh, right. Well, you're going to make Max Sterling broke if you keep it up."

Sitting back down, he laughed. "I doubt it will make even a miniscule dent. And I swear you're obsessed with that guy."

"I'm not obsessed with him. I just hate billionaires is all." With the exception of my parents. Most of the time anyway.

He arched a brow at me, and I tried to stay focused on his face, not his incredible body. "You hate billionaires? Why?"

I shrugged. "Just on principle alone, I hate them. No one gets that rich without being a total dick. And stepping all over everyone on their way up."

"Not everybody does that."

"Yeah, right."

"Maybe some people give back, givea lotback, and they're just private about it."

"Oh, like the way Max Sterling bought that painting during the auction? Flashing his money around for the whole room to see?"

"Maybe he thought it'd be a silent auction, that it wouldn't actually be announced."

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Why are you defending the guy so much anyway?"

"I'm not."

He squirmed in his chair, drawing attention to his muscular thighs, one of my biggest weaknesses. Tearing my eyes away from them, I let my gaze travel upwards, along that happy trail—fuck—up rock-hard abs, pecs that were perfection. Holy hotness... the alliteration.

It was on the tip of my tongue to share it with Jared in a moment of madness, but his smug smile stopped me, his arms going behind his head in an ultra-cocky gesture that made every single arm and chest muscle pop, contours and ridges rippling beneath his skin like a well-oiled machine.

Damn.

"Like what you see, Dee?"

"What? No," I scoffed, fighting the heat traveling up my cheeks. "I, uh, I just, yeah, not used to seeing this sort of thing in the office." I waved my hand in his general direction as I returned my focus to my meal. "It's ridiculous. You really should find something to wear."

"Ridiculous?" There was a rustling noise that I tried my best to ignore. "Happy now?"

Against my better judgment, I turned to see that he'd draped two large napkins over his chest, covering his nipples. That was funny as hell, and I burst out laughing.

He laughed too, dislodging the napkins in an instant. This whole thing really was ridiculous.

Shaking my head, I turned back to my sushi, resigning myself to this annoying situation. Was I ovulating? Was that why I was so horny for Jared, of all people?

Whatever it was, I'd just have to hold it all inside until I got home and could take out a trusty toy, most certainlynotthinking about Jared. For now, I needed to be all business because I had a boss breathing down my neck and a temperamental diva to win over.

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