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Granted, I didn’t know she was going to be Morgan’s PA when I fucked her. But I somehow don’t think Morgan would see it that way.

“Yes, we’ve already met,” Sierra says in a sweet tone. But there’s nothing sweet about the look in her eyes as she walks past me and out of the elevator. She looks like she either wants to punch me in the mouth or kiss the shit out of it. Either way, it’s not good.

Shit. Fucking. Shit.

“You staying in there?” Morgan chuckles, bringing my eyes to hers.

“No.”

I step out, and she gets in the elevator.

“Oh, Wilder, can we chat later? I’ve got an idea that I want to run by you.”

“Sure. I’m here all day,” I say. My mouth is dry. I feel like I’m talking through cotton wool.

“Great. I’ll call Chrissy and have her schedule me in.” She reaches over and pushes the elevator button.

My eyes move to the retreating figure of Sierra going through the door to the executive offices.

I hold back the sigh I feel.

“Hey.” The sound of Morgan’s soft voice pulls me back. She’s watching me, a little furrow in her brows, her head tilted to the side. “You okay?”

Well, let’s see. The chick I screwed last week after I got hammered because I was pissed about you coming to work here—thus being the reason I was late to our meeting, where I found she’d also left me a sex note on the back of my shirt—is now working here, for you. That kind of puts a kink in my strict rule of never sleeping with employees. And, also, I have this maddening urge to fuck you on every surface of my office and home until neither of us can walk straight.

So, to answer your question, no, I’m not okay.

“Yep.” I smile wide. “I’m great. I’ll see you later.” I turn and speed walk in the direction of my office.

Chrissy isn’t at her desk when I get there, and for once, I’m relieved not to see her, as conversation isn’t something I’m up for at the moment.

I get into the safety of my office, close the door, and lean back against it. I cover my face with my hands and let out a groan.

Fuck my life.

What are the odds? First, Morgan, the girl who hated my guts in college, comes here and takes half of my job. And, now, one of my recent one-night stands is here, working for her.

I swear to God, you couldn’t write this shit.

If I were a superstitious person, then I would seriously be thinking that the universe had it out for me.

I spend the rest of the day hiding out in my office.

I’m a pussy. I know.

But I just don’t want to run into Sierra. Or Morgan. Or my mother.

That woman is like a sniffer dog when it comes to knowing there’s an issue with me.

She’s still not fully forgiven me for the whole shirt incident, so I definitely don’t want her knowing that it was Sierra’s handiwork.

Morgan wanted to see me, and when she called to schedule a meeting, I had Chrissy tell her something had come up and that I couldn’t see her until tomorrow.

Chrissy raised a brow when I told her to blow Morgan off until tomorrow, but she never questioned my motives.

It was a shitty thing to do, but I just don’t want to face her right now.

I’m all confused about wanting to fuck her. Okay, so I’m not confused about actually wanting to fuck her. I’m perplexed about how much I want to fuck her and also the fact that I have a feeling, even if I did have her, once wouldn’t be enough.