Page 44 of Fangirl Down

“It’s unprofessional. I was just...”

“Flirting with me?”

“No.” She shook her head adamantly. “I wouldn’t flirt with my boss.”

If he wasn’t careful, this whole exchange was going to make his dick hard and they were going to be on live television in the next couple of minutes. Unless his cock was auditioning for the role of stunt double to his nine iron, they needed to cool it. Although he didn’t want to completely shut down the opportunity to talk about the nature of their relationship. What was allowed, what wasn’t. Just to make everything really,superclear. “We need to have a conversation about this later, Josephine.”

“No, we don’t. It won’t happen again.”

“What won’t happen again?”Masochist.“I don’t even know what you were going to propose.”

“It was silly. If you eagled the first hole, I was just going to offer to pose for a picture in my caddie uniform.” Pink was rushing upward toward her hairline. “Since you think it’s so hot.”

His kingdom for that single picture. “You’re on.”

“I... no,” she sputtered. “No, that’s definitely not appropriate boss-employee behavior.”

“No, it’s not. And if I had been the one to propose this bet, I’d be at fault. But it was you, so I think we’re staying on the right side of decorum.”

“I’m shocked you even know the word ‘decorum.’”

“You’re the one suggesting a pantsless picture in your caddie uniform.”

Her mouth fell open. “Who said anything about pantsless?”

“Sorry, the crowd noise is...” Wells tapped his ear. “The cheering really swallowed up what you were saying exactly.”

Josephine smirked—and he knew. She was going to call his bluff. And his dick wasdefinitelygoing to land the stunt double role. “Actually, I said pantslessandbraless.” She batted her eyelashes once. Twice. “You need to work on your listening skills.”

His saliva evaporated into dust. “Hand me my driver.”

Chapter Fourteen

Wells did, in fact, eagle the first hole.

She couldn’t even look him in the eye as she collected his driver.

What had she beenthinking?

What were theyboththinking?

Was she actually going to send him a half-naked picture?

Since the moment they’d torn down the third wall between player and fan, they’d spent 90 percent of their acquaintance arguing. And 90 percent of those arguments were about pulling his head out of his ass. Was she attracted to him?Yes.No sense in denying it after the indecent thoughts she’d been having more and more lately, which were inexcusably heavy on butt biting.

Wells waslevel tenhot.

That wasn’t in question.

But he was also her boss. And she wasall he had. His mentor and manager had deserted him. Blurring the line of professionalism would be a terrible idea. Like, awful.

“I was thinking, Josephine,” Wells said, coming up beside her, just outside the tee box on the second hole. “I shouldn’t be the only one benefitting from a bet today. This calls for a fair trade off.”

“We need to be talking about yardage,” she blurted.

Did his lips twitch? “I wouldn’t feel right if you didn’t get something out of the deal.”

“I have everything I need.”

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