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“I’ve already picked out a couple of things I think you should get her. I think she knows, by the way.”
“Oh, she knows. And you were right. We should have gone to see her together. But I’m not worried.”
“Good. Neither am I. About her, anyway.”
“I’m also wondering if you’re wearing panties right now.”
“Thank you for your concern. I can confirm that I am, that they are not at all appropriate for the workplace, and that I brought two alternates with me. I will be changing into one of them as soon as I get off the phone with you and filing an insurance claim because they are completely flooded just from hearing your voice.”
I nearly slam on the breaks. “Fuuuck me.”
“I fully intend to, just as soon as work hours are over. Are you quite all right, sir?”
I clear my throat. “Quite. You’re killing me.”
“I am merely a robot secretary, sir, here to cater to your needs. Will there be anything else?”
“Yes, Lily, there will be so much else. But I’m going to hang up now so I don’t have a pants tent when I get to the office.”
“I look forward to reconvening with you after hours, sir. Drive safe.”
I walk into the office with a lot of trepidation and no pants tent. This is the first time I’m seeing Lily today after leaving her house, and I’m afraid she’s wearing a corset or a bikini just to mess with me. Or maybe I’m hoping that’s what she’s wearing. I don’t know anything anymore. She’s driving me crazy, and I love it.
And here she is at her desk, in a buttoned-up blouse, with her hair up. And wearing glasses? Those must be fake. She’s doing the sexy librarian thing, and she’s definitely trying to kill me. She’s on the phone and doesn’t make eye contact with me, so I go straight to my office to get settled. To think about calculus and chlamydia and that time I slammed my hand into a nail—anything that’s not Lily.
She’s already put my phone sheet out on my desk, and there’s a file folder next to it. The Post-it note on the file folder saysUrgent Matter—please deal with this ASAP.
I flip it open, and the only thing I find in the folder is a tiny pair of white, lacy thong panties. And it smells like her. And it’s damp. Goddammit, Lily. These are the panties she just changed out of.
Yeah, I’ll deal with this ASAP.
I hear Chris’s voice just outside. “He back yet?”
“He just got in. Hang on,” she says.
Fucking hell, Chris.
I drop the panties back into the folder and shove the folder into the bottom drawer of my desk.
Fuck me.
I stand up because I don’t want Chris to get comfortable in here. I grab my laptop and hold it in front of myself.
Lily knocks on the open door. She’s wearing a tight pencil skirt and heels and a grin that tells me she’s enjoying this and she’s an evil vixen. “Chris is here to chat with you real quick—if you’re…upfor it?”
“I’m totallydownfor it,” I snap back.
She eyes the laptop I’m holding flat in front of my lap, and I stand between the door and my desk so Chris doesn’t come all the way in.
“Hey, Wes, how was Ashland?”
“Good. Everything’s on track. What’s up? I was about to…” I make a vague gesture to imply that I’m busy.
“Yeah, the Bend retail property is looking good except for one vendor. I haven’t told the clients yet, but…”
The rest of what Chris says is in one ear, out the other, because Lily’s standing in the outer office where I can see her over Chris’s shoulder. She’s slowly unbuttoning the top four buttons of her blouse, pulling it down past her collarbone and farther down, to expose a black lacy lingerie thing while casually readjusting the strap. Fucking hell, what is that? A push-up bra? Why do her tits look so much bigger under there? Why’s she buttoning her blouse back up already?
Chris is asking me something, and I don’t have a fucking clue what he just said because the succubus from hell just disappeared from view and I want to see that bra again.
