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Also, why does he get to hateme? What the hell did I ever do to him? I should feel more outraged by that than I do.
He smirks, then presses against my lower lip. “Let’s find out.”
“Okay.” Dammit, I really wish my voice didn’t sound breathless.
Then he steps back, and I frown.
He notices. His smirk turns into a grin. “I can’t do it right here and now. You’re at work.”
Oh. Right.
Dammit.
I should not get into bed with this guy. Or up on the nearest conference table, as I was tempted to do there for a second.
What’s wrong with me?
“And you were just dumped,” he says. “You need to act at least a little sad. And when I get my hands on you, sad is the last thing you’re gonna be.”
My eyes widen. Damn.
I believe him.
“So, go out there, deal with this Evan thing, but keep in mind that you’re going to be screaming another man’s name soon enough.” He leans in and presses a kiss to my lips. “Like I said, Evan is an idiot.”
Then he steps back again, looks me up and down, licks his bottom lip and asks, “You okay now?”
All I can do is nod.
He turns and heads out of the room. “I’ll call you,” he tosses over his shoulder.
“Okay.”
As the door shuts behind him, I realize that I just fucked up.
Did I just leave that ball firmly in his court? Yes. Did I just essentially agree to wait around for him to call me and tell me when he wants to see me for sex? Also yes. Am I an idiot who is going to trust Tucker Hastingsagain?
What is wrong with me?
What I should do is immediately block his number. And probably look up the rules about sleeping with clients. Then I decidenotto look up the rules because I can then, later, claim I didn’t know it was forbidden. Because I’m sure it is.
Also, I’m not going to block his number.
But Iamgoing to let his first call go to voicemail.
That will show him.
I groan. Why did Evan and Christopher have to get caught kissing? This is all their fault.
CHAPTER 13
Christopher
I’m pacingoutside of Evan’s apartment building. It’s late, almost eleven, and I’ve been debating what to say to convince Evan that leaving the firm is a stupid move. I’m fired up with righteous indignation and pure hatred for Mary Grace, even though she’s essentially only doing her job to protect the firm. It actually makes me hate her even more, because I know she has a valid point.
Interpersonal relationships in a law office between superiors and subordinates are at best inappropriate. At worst, a recipe for total disaster. Having emotions and sexual tension running high all day between the three of us in various combinations doesn’t exactly lead to high productivity or wise decision making. Look at how distracted I got today watching Evan and Finley together. I let my guard down to the point that I was stroking Evan’s cock in my unlocked office.
Running my hands through my hair, I pull my phone out of my pocket and text Evan.
