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Even though I’ve never seen William naked, somehow I know that he would look hot with his clothes off. He looks too good with his clothes on for this not to be the case.

It’s probably because he’s alarmingly obsessive about his physique. Always counting his grams of protein and looking at the nutrition labels of things.

As his assistant, I manage his calendar and see all of the appointments on it, personal and professional. Every morning, Monday through Friday, he’s with his personal trainer in thegym. Cardio, weights, cardio, weights. Leg day, arm day, core day.

I can’t imagine living like that, but I can certainly admit that it produces results. He’s as regimented with his body as he is with his work, and it shows.

So yeah. I don’t have to see William naked to know that he would look good. Which is why I try not to look at him much at all if I can avoid it.

But..even if hewasn’ta jerk. Even if Iwasinterested in him, which of course I’m not…guys who look like William don’t go for girls who look like me. I know this.

William doesn’t have a wife or a girlfriend, but he does date. I see a woman’s name on his calendar from time to time, social events like dinner and drinks.

A few times, she’s come into the office to meet him for lunch. That’s when I was confronted with the harsh truth: William Lewis prefers tall, tanned, slender blondes.

In other words, the opposite of me.

The goddess meeting him for lunch had the bounciest hair, the clearest skin, the whitest teeth, and was wearing the prettiest lavender dress I’ve ever seen. To add insult to injury,she was alsonice. Friendly and warm…basically the polar opposite of William in personality.

I can’t really blame my boss for being into her. I mean, I was pretty much in love with her by the time she introduced herself to me at the reception desk.

“Well, even if it is your job to do this, I appreciate it. And I owe you one,” I tell him. “What can I do for you? Wash your car? Pick up your dry cleaning?”

“You already pick up my dry cleaning.”

“Well…there has to be something,” I say helplessly. “Something I can do for you to say thanks.”

“It’s fine, Dot.”

My name sounds strange on his tongue, coming out in a scratchy, deeper than usual tone. Perhaps he sounds different because I woke him up so late at night.

Or because he’s incredibly annoyed with me right now.

Yeah, probably that.

“I want to make things even,” I tell him. “It’s important.”

He shakes his head.

“Please,” I say. “Surely there’s something you need done? Some kind of favor?”

CHAPTER 2

WILLIAM

I’d takea favor from Dot Baker, but not the kind she probably has in mind.

I never should have hired her. She walked into my office for that interview two years ago, with her tantalizing curves and glossy brown curls, and I went temporarily insane. I had to have more of her, and the only way I knew how was to hire her.

I couldn’t have asked her out. How inappropriate would that have been?

No, you cannot have this job you’re interviewing for. But I’d love to take you out for dinner and drinks before bending your juicy ass over every surface in my apartment.

Inappropriate. Lawsuit-worthy. As a lawyer, I know better. But as a man, apparently I’m only as evolved as my most basic needs.

So I hired her. And I’ve been punished for this choice every single day since then.

She was my first hire when I started my practice. Now I’ve got her, a paralegal, and an intern. Still, she’s my right-hand person. Present for nearly everything I do at the office and in the courthouse.

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