Page 53 of My Favorite Boss

She was wearing pants. Black, slim ones that hugged her ass. Her choice of a tweed vest was form-fitting, and an ivory silk blouse with lace at the cuffs and neck made it perfectly acceptable. Feminine. With her hair up and flats on her feet, she was the perfect assistant. Poised, professional, and ready to work.

Every inch of her was covered from neck to foot, yet she screamed irresistible. Sexy. Provocative.

And I wanted her naked and alone.

Now.

Screw everything else.

It took everything in me not to react. I lifted my coffee and took a sip, barely smiling. “I need the numbers for the Baylor file. ASAP.”

“Of course.”

She headed to her desk, and I set the mug on the desk, not trusting my hands to remain steady.

“You’ll be at the meeting tomorrow?” I asked my partners.

“Of course. Eight-thirty, right?”

“Yes. They have a plane to catch, so they requested an early meeting. I’ll have Myers look after refreshments.”

We shook hands and they left. I stayed at my desk, drinking my coffee, watching Myers. She was busy, her head bent over her keyboard, typing, her lips moving as she tapped the keys.

She lifted her head, our eyes meeting. She frowned. “Do you need something?”

“Yes.”

She came into my office, bringing with her the notebook. Always ready. Always professional. She sat down, her pen poised.

“What can I do for you?”

“You look lovely today.”

“Oh.”

I ran a finger over my bottom lip as I studied her. “Very fetching.” I paused.

She frowned. “Oh.”

“Something wrong?”

“We said professional,” she whispered.

“That was before you wore pants.”

“Pants?” she echoed.

“You’re much too sexy to be working in this office today, Myers.”

“You think my pants are sexy?” She looked bewildered.

“I think the way they hug your ass is sexy. It reminds me of the way I held it⁠—”

She jumped up, shaking her head. “Stop it.”

“I want to peel those pants off and have you on this desk again.”

Her eyes widened. “Bane,” she protested.