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I don’t dare ask to see the file. I know she’s not some ditsy bimbo. She’s an intelligent woman, and there’s no way in hell she’s letting me see that file, purring or not.

Picking her up, I carry her over to the desk and set her on top.

I make busy work of caressing her thighs while she unbuttons my shirt and places sloppy kisses to my chest. I look around on the desk, and there it is, right on top. Bingo.

Speeding things along, I tease my fingers up the hem of her skirt. A few quick swipes lets me know she’s not been touched in a while.

She reaches for my trousers. “Here. Let me.”

“Shhh, love. Ladies first. This is all about you. Any man who tells you different is a douche.” I hope she remembers that.

I continue my heavy petting with one hand while feeling her up with the other, and she quickly finds release.

She muffles her gasp as she leans into my shirt and holds onto me.

“Wow.” She sits back. “That was—”

“Amazing.” I give her thigh a gentle squeeze as I withdraw my hand from her skirt.

“Don’t you want—?” she questions.

“No, I wanted to make you feel good. I would take a tissue, though,” I tell her, seeing there are none on the desk.

“Oh, right.” She hops down and pulls herself together. “Bathroom is this way.”

“I’ll be right down.” I smile.

When her footsteps fade and she’s headed down the stairs, I button up, then quickly run back into the office and take out my mobile, snapping pics of as many of the documents as I can before I hear chatter. Her coworkers.

I put the file back and exit the office, stopping at the bathroom to adjust myself and wash my hands.

“Well, I guess I’ll see you around,” she whispers, meeting me at the base of the stairs.

“I’m not really from around here, but I hope so,” I lie, feeling guilty, but knowing I won’t see her again. I can’t.

“Oh. Okay.” She looks down, and I take her chin in my hand.

“Miranda, seeing you in that pub last night with those arseholes you work with made me want to show you that you are desirable. I saw the way you looked at them, and the way they looked at everyone else. It’s not you, it’s them. I’ve been there, trust me.”

She tears up. “I’m serious. This sexy librarian thing you have going on his hot as hell. If these losers can’t see it, fuck them.”

“Thanks,” she replies. “It was nice meeting you…shit, I never even got your name.”

“It’s CJ,” I wink. “Oh, and, Miranda?” I call over my shoulder. “Don’t lose the glasses. Men secretly love them.”

I part ways with Miranda and head back to the hotel, needing a cold shower and a drink. Having her full breasts in my hand has left me with a raging hard on, and I would feel like the world’s biggest knob, but I think we both got something from today’s exchange.