Page 26 of Under Her

“So, what’s up?” he asks me as he lines up his next shot.

“What makes you think anything’s up?”

“It’s Tuesday afternoon, and you’re here with me, shooting hoops. You’re usually chained to your office desk at this time. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that something’s wrong. I’m gonna go with…Morgan.” He takes a shot and misses.

“Kind of.” I sigh. I go get the ball and pass it back to him to try again.

“I thought things were going okay with her. You said she was cool.”

“She is cool.” I pause and look at him. “But she might not be when she finds out that I boned her new assistant.”

His wide eyes dart to mine, and he laughs. “You didn’t.”

“I did. And it’s not funny, man.”

“It kinda is.” He takes a shot, and it goes in. “What happened to your no-screwing-at-work rule? She must be hot as hell to get you to break that.”

I go over to retrieve the ball. “I didn’t break the rule—technically. You know the chick I banged last week, the one who wrote on my shirt? Well, it’s her. Morgan hired her to be her new PA.”

“Holy shit.” He laughs again, louder this time. “All of the women in Chicago, and she hires her.”

“I know, right? And, now, I don’t know what to do. Should I tell Morgan or not?” I lift the ball in my hands, line up, and throw. The ball goes through the hoop.

“She’s not your girlfriend, dude,” Coop says as he goes and gets the ball. “You just work together. What you do in your private life is your business…unless…”

His brows go up, and I know what he’s thinking. He’s thinking I banged Morgan.

“Jesus, man,” I tell him. “I haven’t touched Morgan, and I’m not going to.” But, fuck, I want to.

“Why not? You said she was hot.”

“She is, but I work with her. And, now, her PA is an ex-conquest. It just makes things awkward.”

“Only if you let it. You don’t plan on banging this chick…”

“Sierra.”

“You don’t plan on banging Sierra again?”

“Definitely not.”

“And she hasn’t made any noise about you and her previously bumping uglies?”

“Well, I only saw her today—”

“Dude, women don’t sit on shit. If she was going to tell Morgan that you’d banged her, she would have by now.”

“True.”

And, if she had, I would’ve had a very pissed off Morgan in my office.

“She probably doesn’t want Morgan to know as much as you don’t. I mean, who would want their new boss knowing that they screwed the other CEO a week ago?”

“Yeah, you’re right.”

“I’m always right.”

He lifts the ball, aims, and takes the shot. It goes in. “You’ve got nothing to worry about.” He pats my shoulder as he passes me by, going to retrieve the ball.