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“Yes.” I pat her shoulder. “Thank you. Everything is fine.”

“Good.” She smiles and steps back. “Leo, I’ll show you to your office.”

“I was wondering if Ms. Monroe wouldn’t mind showing me around.”

“That’s a great idea.” Arlene beams. “Kinsley takes special interest in all her new employees. You’re going to love working for her.”

“I’m sure I will.” Leo’s response sounds innocent enough, but it’s laced with more. I just don’t know what more it will be laced with.

Chapter Nine

Leo

The second Ms. Vargas disappears around the corner, I fold my arms over my chest. “Of all the gin joints in Kansas City.”

“Don’t go all Bogart on me.”

“Is it Ms. Monroe or Ms. Smitten? I kind of prefer Ms. Smitten.”

“Don’t.” Her jaw is tight as her eyes flash with something. Whether it’s lust or anger, I can’t tell.

“So, this is where you went when you snuck out of my bed.” It shouldn’t have stung, but it did. I’d rolled over with a raging boner, ready for a morning encore performance, but she was gone.

I’d moped for a good ten minutes before getting up and promptly forgetting the woman I now work for. The one I’m investigating. My eyes sweep over her. She doesn’t look much like a criminal.

“I didn’t….” Her face turns a shade brighter than the shirt she’s wearing, and she swivels her head in both directions to see if anyone is listening. “I didn’t sneak out.”

“Ple-e-ease.” I press my lips together. “What do you call it then? I woke up with a….” I lean closer and inhale. She smells like a mixture of peach, mandarin orange, and jasmine. The scent tickles my nose and makes my gut tighten. “A serious case of blue balls, and you were nowhere to be found. I had to take care of myself in the shower. Hot water dripped down my body. Legs spread wide. Wanting your mouth wrapped around my cock.” Her eyes dilate as her chest heaves.

When she licks her lips, my cock rises to half-mast. I lied. I haven’t had her out of my head since the second I saw her.

“Stop.” She presses her fingertips to my chest, and I fight the urge to grab them and suck them one by one into my mouth. “I wasn’t myself that night.”

“Who were you?” God, I sound like a clingy woman. I’m here for a job. Not to pout about her following through with what we agreed to do. No strings attached sex.

“Listen.” She stands back to put some much-needed distance between us. “I was upset, had too much to drink, and let things get out of hand. I don’t do those types of things.”

“What things? It seemed like you did them and quite well I might add.” My voice is rougher than it should be. She considers me a mistake, and it’s pissing me off.

She gnaws on her bottom lip. “It…. It just wasn’t me. I’m not into sex. Ask my ex-husband. The one whose perfect life is what started this whole thing.”

“Babe, he was dead wrong. You are very good at sex.”

“Stop.” Her eyes flash, and this time, it’s with anger. “I know what I’m good at and what I’m not good at. Sex is not it.” She freezes and closes her eyes. “Please tell me no one is standing behind me.”

“No one is standing behind you.” Before her tirade, a brunette woman with her long hair twisted up into a bun, and a perfectly tailored skirt and blouse stepped into the bathroom but otherwise, we’ve been alone.

“Thank God,” she sighs and opens her eyes. “I’m sorry I’m being difficult about this. I’m not going to lie. The sex was phenomenal. At least from your end. But I was angry and buzzed. It can’t happen again. On so many levels.” She shakes her head. “Before I knew you worked for me, it couldn’t happen again. My life is a mess, and I only have time for work. And now, it definitely can’t happen again.”

“You seem to be coming up with a lot of excuses.” I like seeing her flustered. Our night impacted her more than she wants to admit. That makes me feel a little better about being ghosted.

She waves her hand in front of her. “And now this. You work for me, which makes it horrible. You could sue me for sexual harassment.” Her eyes drift away from mine. “And I’m way too old for you.”

The door to the bathroom opens, and the woman studies us for several seconds before turning and walking down the hallway. This woman has so many hang-ups, and I’d love to prove every one of them wrong. “You’re right.”

Her shoulders stiffen. “I’m right?”

“Yes, you’re right about one thing.” One corner of my mouth raises. “It was phenomenal. You were phenomenal.”

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