Page 26 of Crazy Stupid Sex

She grabbed her iced coffee from the desk and popped off the lid, tilting the cup back and crunching ice cubes between her teeth, even though she knew it was bad for them—nine out of ten dentists could, like her ex, suck it. She needed to cool down.

And stop imagining office sex. Caleb bending her over her desk and—

No!

She stood up and rounded her desk; this had to stop. She glared at her desk, as if it were responsible for her filthy fantasies, and pushed open her office door.

And saw that all of her employees and interns were huddled in the corner, with Caleb at the center.Huh.Him and that damn, indefinable charisma.

“What’s going on?”

Cassie, one of the employees she’d had longest, lifted her head and pushed her giant hipster glasses up her nose. Beneath said glasses she looked positively twitterpated. And it made Evie irrationally angry. “Caleb is on level twelve of ‘Unicorn Strike.’ Dude! No! Get the horn of justice! The horn of justice!” She shrieked, turning her attention back to Caleb.

“Ah, no! Died.” Caleb put the phone back down on the desk in front of him and everyone around him sagged a little. “What’s the horn of justice anyway?”

“When you impale your enemies it resurrects all the gnomes and fairies they’ve killed, then you get a swarm to come and give you aid.”

“Well, I should have known,” Caleb said, standing up, his eyes meeting hers.

Her stomach crushed in on itself, like it was a soda can Caleb had wrapped his fist around. “Can I see you in my office, Mr. Anderson?” she asked.

“Am I in trouble?”

“Of course not,” she said, ignoring the sensual shiver his words sent over her skin. “Why would you be in trouble?”

“I’m slacking on the job.”

“You’re my boss, aren’t you?” she asked, regretting the words when they came out.

“On select projects,” he said, his words heavily laden with double meaning. Dear Lord, how did everyone in the room not hear the subtext? It was enough to make her overheat. She wished she’d brought her cup of ice with her.

“Yeah, fine, in my office,” she waved her hand and headed back into the room, waiting for him again, before closing the door behind them.

“I’m having déjà vu from this morning,” he said.

“You’re a nuisance, Mr. Anderson.” Her lips twitched. “I’m sorry, I can’t say that without laughing.”

“What?”

“Mr. Anderson.The Matrix.”

“Okay.”

“You know what, that makes you even worse. How do you not knowThe Matrix?”

“I guess I’m too busy fucking.”

He did not look sorry at all.

“You’re a nuisance, Anderson,” she said again, irritation spiking through her blood stream.

“Am I?”

“Yes. You’re out there being all…friendly with my staff and they have work to do. Much like for me, a job isn’t a little game they try to amuse themselves with for a couple weeks at a time before they go back to a slothful existence of sleeping till noon and taking Jell-O shots off the stomachs of coeds.”

“God, Evie. I don’t do Jell-O shots offcoeds. They have to be out of college.”

“The point is, this is serious business to us.”

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