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“She sure did, kiddo.”

“I wish I was allowed to call you. I don’t get why Daddy won’t let me. Are you two fighting?”

“Oh, no, honey. Everything’s fine. He just wants you to focus on getting better, that’s all.”

“Oh, ok… Well, can I call you tomorrow?”

“Sure thing,” I say without missing a beat. “But it’s time for you to go to sleep now, ok?”

“Ok,” Amber mumbles in a sleepy voice.

“Sweet dreams,” I whisper before hanging up the phone.

Chapter Twelve

CORMAC

It’s beentwo days since I kissed Fiona, and I have not been able to stop thinking about it. Not even for a second.

I was hoping that giving her the full weekend off so we could have some space would help me put things into perspective. I mean, she’s my assistant. I can’t go around kissing her whenever I want. I’m not Brennan.

But it’s not just kissing that I want to do. It’s so much more than that.

Every chance it gets, my mind wanders, and I’m left unbuckling my pants and stroking my cock under the desk as I remember the way her body felt pressed up against mine.

But even that’s not enough to take the edge off.

I am well and truly fucked.

Thankfully, I have a few meetings in the city on Monday morning, so I don’t arrive at my office until almost noon.

Keeping my head down, I disappear inside and hope that Fiona gets the hint that I want to be left alone. But I’ve barely hada chance to turn on my computer when a knock sounds at the door.

“You have got to be kidding me,” I mutter under my breath.

“Mr. Sullivan?” Fiona calls from the other side of the door.

I swallow a groan.

Fuck. Even hearing her call me Mr. Sullivan turns me on and fills my mind with all sorts of dirty roleplay scenarios.

I grit my teeth. “What is it?”

The door opens, and there she is, the woman who has been plaguing my thoughts all damn weekend.

She walks into my office like she owns it.

I can’t help but rake my eyes over her, tensing at the way her skirt clings to her curves.

Each step she takes in those stiletto heels has her hips swaying and my cock growing thicker as I imagine those legs wrapped around my waist.

“I need to file these away.” She flashes me a smile that draws my attention away from her thighs and back to her mouth.

Great. Now I’m fully hard.

“And you couldn’t have done that before I arrived?” I snap as I try to subtly shift in my seat.

Fiona doesn’t even bristle. “I can come back lat?—”