Page 82 of Until It Was Real

As soon as we’re inside, she scoots away from me and rushes to her desk. “Did you notice the time? We’re late.”

We wouldn’t have been late if she hadn’t pushed her ass against my morning hard-on. The sexy mink.

I catch her at her desk and whirl her around. I drop a hard kiss to her mouth before retreating. “See you later, Havoc.”

She huffs at me and I stroll to my office whistling. Time to make up for months of frustration when I didn’t have Dakota.

I settle behind my desk. While my computer starts up, I type a message to Dakota.

Excuse me, ma’am. I’m looking for a gorgeous, highly intelligent woman with an unfortunate attraction to her cocky coworker. Have you seen her?

I think you have the wrong number.

Impossible. She was last seen rolling her eyes at me and pretending she isn’t thinking about what I’d do to her if we were alone in this office.

Sounds like a real HR violation.

Only if we get caught.

“Get to work, RR,” she shouts from her desk in the reception area.

I chuckle as I throw my phone on my desk and open my email.

Thirty minutes later, I find myself reaching for my phone again.I need to borrow your stapler.

You couldn’t come up with a better excuse?

Fine. I need to staple some papers, but honestly, I also need to see you bite your lip in frustration when I ‘accidentally’ brush against you.

You are ridiculous.

And yet, here you are, smiling at your phone like you secretly love it.

She glances behind her and notices me standing in the hallway. I wave at her. She shoos me away. “Go back to your desk, perv!”

I salute her before spinning around. I throw my phone into a drawer. It’s too tempting to tease Dakota, and I really do need to get some work done.

Some time later, my stomach growls to remind me it’s nearly time for lunch. Excellent. Time to convince Dakota to go home for ‘lunch’ with me.

“Dakota,” I holler down the hallway. “I need to see you.”

Zane pokes his head in my office. “What do you need Dakota for?”

“Yea,” Miles says as he joins him. “What do you need Dakota for?”

I glare at my younger brothers. “None of your damn business.”

“I bet he wants to bend her over her desk,” Miles says.

“Or have her sit on his lap,” Zane says.

I growl as I stalk toward them. “You will not make fun of Dakota.”

“It’s okay,” Dakota says from behind them. “I get it. They’re jealous.”

“I’m not jealous,” Miles says and Zane nods his agreement.

“Oh really?” Dakota crosses her arms over her chest. “And I didn’t overhear you saying what a lucky bastard Rhett is.”

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