Page 62 of One Night in Vegas

“I do,” I said without looking her in the eyes.

“Did you make his life a living hell?”

“Not exactly,” I answered.

“Macy, why won’t you look at me? What did you do? Did you spit in his coffee? Mess up his calendar?”

“None of those things,” I replied.

She was quiet for a few seconds before she slapped her hand on the counter. “You didn’t!”

“I didn’t what?” I asked coyly.

“Oh my god! You did!”

I finally looked up at her with a grimace. “I did,” I confessed. “We had sex in his office.”

“Macy Stiles. I told you! I knew you were going to end up in bed with him again.”

“Technically, it was on his desk,” I said, laughing. “Not a bed. In fact, beds don’t seem to be our strong suit. We end up there, but that’s not where the magic happens.”

“What the hell?” she said. “What does this mean? Are you two a couple or not?”

“Definitely not,” I answered with conviction I didn’t feel.

“Give me all the dirty details,” she said. “I want every last salacious moment.”

“Let me start by saying he was shocked as hell to see me this morning,” I said, laughing. “The look on his face is something that brought me a great deal of satisfaction.”

“Was he pissed?”

“No, but he did seem a little put out. I thought he was going to fire me before I could get started. I stood my ground. We had some onboarding meeting with his HR team. After it was over, I thought I was going to get started on the day. He announced I was going to be shadowing him all day. Again, totally didn’t think anything of it. Then, he decides we’re leaving the office. He took me to lunch and then out on his yacht.”

She was staring at me with her mouth hanging open. “His yacht?”

“Yes,” I said with a sigh. “The man clearly has a different idea about a full workday than I do.”

“You went out on his yacht?”

“We did,” I said.

“Holy shit! Tell me you didn’t get paid for this day of leisure?”

I laughed. “You’re damn straight I did. I made sure that was clear from the very beginning.”

“Wow.”

“Yeah, the yacht is amazing. I was obviously not dressed for a day out on the water. He keeps the yacht stocked with everything you can imagine for a day out for men and women. I put on a bikini and we went swimming.”

Her jaw was practically scraping against the table. “You’re being serious right now,” she said. “I shouldn’t believe you, but you’re being serious.”

“Of course, I’m being serious,” I said. “We went swimming—”

“Was he naked?” she asked.

“No, he was wearing trunks, but trust me, just damn. I don’t think it’s legal for that man to be naked. He’s so fucking hot. It’s incredible. It’s better than a magazine cover.”

She groaned. “I hate you. Tell me more.”

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