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“What have you been doing all day?” he asks.

I open my mouth to confidently tell him but then glimpse the time on my screen. Six. The office has almost cleared out. And I literally can’t think of a single piece of work I’ve gotten done.

“I know I was very busy.” I felt it. I’m lethargic as fuck now and want to go home for a very long sleep.

Hunter steals Gate’s empty chair and drops down beside me. Then he snags an M&M.

“Hey, I’ve been very good with resisting those until I got the job done.”

“I know, and I figured since I did that job instead that I’d get to have the reward.”

“You … you did my work?”

He pops another candy into his mouth. “Productivity tastes so good.”

I screw up my face. “Shit. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I’m winning today.” He pops another M&M.

“You did three of my jobs?”

He glances around. “Shh … people will think you’re my favorite.”

“Aren’t I?”

“Definitely not. Autumn holds that spot.” He laughs. “You’re my least favorite employee by a long shot. But that’s okay. Because you’re my favorite human outside of here. Now, let’s get moving on your list so we can get out of here.”

“You don’t have to help.”

“But if I don’t, then you’ll be here late, and I won’t be able to spend time with you. This is purely selfish. Nothing else.”

I glance around to make sure all the pods near us are empty. Then I run my hand up his thigh. “What do I get if I’m a very good boy?”

He catches my hand before I can reach his dick, and when he speaks, it’s in that tone that gets me all riled up. “Be a good boy and you’ll find out.”

Chapter 27

Hunter

“So …” Rush looks up at me with his devastatingly earnest expression. “I was good.”

It takes real effort not to check whether he’s serious. Good? He distracted me more than he helped, and while he definitely made a real fuss of doing things and being busy, none of it was productive. But it was also obvious how much he was trying and couldn’t connect whichever dots there are in our brains that help us stay on task.

I have days where I’m unfocused. I’ve heard about people with ADHD having difficulty concentrating, but I’ve never seen it in action.

The organized, managerial side of me wanted to wring his neck.

The logical side of me debates whether I should bring up medication again. It’s hard to know where the lines are between what’s my business and what I’m allowed to be concerned about and what he needs to figure out on his own. Either way, none of it is something we should be talking about at work.

I press two fingers to my lips as I look him over. His hair is wild, his tie is undone and hanging on either side of his neck, there’s a hopeful smile pulling at his mouth, and the way he’s leaning toward me, whole body begging to be touched …

A groan vibrates across my chest. “You’re going to get me into trouble.”

“Not intentionally.”

My laugh slips out at the way he’s looking at me. “Sure, now you’re focused.”

“You have something I really want.”

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