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The cat stretches out on her side, kneading my thigh with her paws.

"Yea, I’m a little distracted. It's Cyn," I confess. "Remember that girl I told you about? The one in Vegas?"

Shade’s eyes widen as if she’s listening. She is listening, I know it. She’s the best sounding board I’ve ever had.

"Turns out she works for the Blades. As a physical therapist."

I scratch under Shade's chin, mulling over the day's events.

"We need to talk, clear the air. But when? And where?" I groan. "Work romances are such a bad idea. I know that so why do I keep thinking about her?"

Shade meows softly.

"Yeah, you're right. Probably won't happen anyway. But man, that night in Vegas..." I trail off, lost in the memory.

Shade headbutts my hand, demanding attention.

I chuckle. "Sorry, girl. You're right. No point in dwelling on it."

I hit play again on the game footage, trying to focus. But my mind keeps circling back to Cyn's green eyes, her confident smile and that hot as fuck body.

"You’re lucky, girl," I murmur. "Your life's way less complicated than mine. If only I was a cat."

Later, I toss and turn in bed, the sheets tangling around my legs. Sleep eludes me. My mind races, replaying scenes from that night in Vegas.

Cyn's infectious laugh. Her electrifying touch. The way she moved against me, making me want her more than I’ve wanted anyone in a really long time.

"Fuck," I mutter, running a hand over my face.

I'm hard. And painfully so.

I reach down, wrapping my hand around my cock. Fuck, that feels good. Maybe I need a little help getting to sleep.

"This is stupid," I whisper to myself. But I don't stop.

Stroking myself, memories come flooding back. I can almost feel Cyn's soft, warm lips pressing against mine, the taste of her sweet pussy coming back to me. Her glorious soft breasts under my rough hands. I remember the soft, breathy sound she made as she came undone.

My pace quickens. I bite my lip, stifling a groan.

It doesn't take long at all. My body convulses with a shudder, and Cyn's name bursts from my lips in a desperate, fervent cry.

I head to the bathroom to clean up. Looking at my face in the mirror I chide myself. "Get it together, Garrett, You work with this girl. You know better than to shit where you eat.”

Climbing back into bed, I will sleep to come. But Cyn's green eyes follow me into my dreams.

Chapter 6

Cyn

The ice pack crackles as I press it against Barnesy's swollen thigh. He winces, then flashes me his usual cocky grin.

"Careful there, sweetheart. That's my money-maker you're handling."

I resist the urge to roll my eyes. "I assure you I'm being as careful as possible. And my name is Cyn. Not sweetheart, or baby, or honey, or cupcake." Over the last six months, Barnesy has called me every one of these names and I’ve had enough.

Barnesy leans in, his breath hot on my ear. "Maybe you could be a little rougher with me after hours?"

My jaw clenches. Stay professional, Cyn. I take a step back, clipboard in hand. "How's the pain level now? Scale of one to ten."

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