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With her long legs spread out on my table, she looks delectable, and I just want to eat her out until we're both tired.

But she needs to learn a lesson first.

Her lust-filled eyes widen with the realization of what I'm about to do.

"No!" She begs, sitting up, "Kane, don't even think about it."

I pick up her panties from where I discarded them and tuck them into my pocket. Then I make for the door.

"Kane!"

God, she sounds so mad.

"Don't leave me like this, Kane!"

I pause at the door and turn back to her, "Now you have a glimpse of how I feel."

Then I leave.

Chapter 9

Chloe

I’m Mad At You

I stare at lines of code on the screen so hard that my eyes begin to lose focus. But I can’t help it. It’s the only way I can focus on my work without being distracted by the thoughts of what happened yesterday and the delightful throbbing between my legs that follows.

To avoid the unfortunate event from happening again, I made sure to put on the tightest pair of jeans I owned so that Kane would not be able to tease me and leave me hanging.

After sitting in my office for twenty minutes, I realize all of my attempts are in vain. The moment I hear Kane's voice outside, memories of yesterday's incident flood in. With toes curling and thighs pressing together, concentrating on work becomes impossible despite my extreme focusing tactics.

Who in their right mind leaves a person hanging on the brink of orgasm?Kane Simmons. Ugh! I hate him so much.

Yesterday, as I dragged myself off his table, I silently vowed never to speak to him ever again. And to make matters worse, he took my underwear, meaning I had to go commando for the rest of the day. It was pure torture.

I evaluate the program I’m working on and make a few additional features to it. It will be ready soon, and I’ll be free to move on to another one.

I get to work peacefully for a while until my office door is flung open, and Eric comes running in. His face shows signs of sleep deprivation, and his clothes look wrinkled, yet his expression is the brightest I’ve ever seen.

His warm chocolate eyes light up as he gives the iPad in his hands to me, exclaiming, “Have a look!”

I take the tablet from him and check the main features of the app quickly, finding nothing out of the ordinary.

“Is there something I’m missing?” I ask hesitantly.

“There is nothing wrong with the software,” he announces. With his hands placed on his hips, he finally allows himself a sigh of relief. “We didn’t do a shitty job, at least. That takes off most of the pressure, don’t you think?”

I glance up at him, wearing a sarcastic smile as I deadpan, “How wonderful of you tofinallyrealize that…”

Eric’s shoulders drop, and he groans, “Come on, Chloe.”

“No, no, no…” I tell him, pointing a finger at his face, “When our grumpy boss came in guns blazing, what did I say?” I turn the tablet to him to assert my point further, "Software is fine. A non-programmer may think something wrong with the software, but a programmer would know it’s fine by looking at the code.”

He raises his hands in surrender, “Okay, fine. You were right.” He settles down into the seat meant for guests at the opposite end of the desk and places his fist on his chin, thinking aloud,

“That means the issue wasn’t caused by the project development team. Our support team, maybe. I need to ask them how they set up their support system.”

I scoff triumphantly, “Not maybe. Definitely! Their support environment could be riddled with bugs that make it look like it’s fromourend.” I relax back into my seat, picturing how Kane will react when he learns he was very wrong about the project development team and what he did to me.

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