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My fingers can’t do the buttons on my blouse up fast enough. “You’re a classy piece of work, Caleb Harris.”

“That makes two of us.” He winks salaciously.

“You make me fucking sick.” I spit.

“I made you fucking come like a racehorse, actually. See how I had to shut you up, so the whole fucking building wouldn’t figure it out?”

“Pig.” I sneer, running my fingers through my hair. “You breathe a word of this to anyone, and I swear to God, Caleb.”

“Oh, I’m not going to tell anyone, Laney.” He leans forward to kiss me, but I slap him in the face, like I should have done the moment he stormed in here.

“Sure, you won’t. You’ll run and tell your da, won’t you?” I ask, too sweetly. “I bet this is a score on your card, is it?”

“I told my da that he was nuts to even insinuate that you and I would get married, so rest assured.”

“Well, you’re right about that.” I tell him, watching him put his jacket back on. “I wouldn’t marry you if you were the last man on earth.”

“Ditto.”

I snort a laugh at his folly.

“Fuckoff.” He says, hearing it himself.

“It’s funny how men lose half their brains when they lose their wad, huh.”

“Fuck you.” He whines. “I hope you enjoyed me fucking you against the wall, Laney. It’s not the most delicate place, but then again, it suits you.”

“Fuckoff. You can get out now that you’re dressed.”

“Oh, I plan to.” He sneers, adjusting his pants behind the jacket.

“Good! God, I hate you!”

“Well, the feeling is mutual! And now that I fucked you, and got it out of my system, you can rest assured that you won’t be seeing me around anymore!”

“Good!” I shout. “Now, get out!”

“Gladly.” He glares at me, walking out. I grab the block of sticky notes on my desk and throw it at the door. Of course, he’s already gone, so I end up hitting Mandy straight in the face with it.

“Shit! I’m so sorry!” I gasp, running to her.

She chuckles, picking up the notes with one hand, while covering the spot where she was hit with the other. “I was just coming in to make sure that he wasn’t giving you a hard time, but I can see that you can hold your own.”

I mewl, laughing with her. “I’m so sorry. He was being a total asshole. I didn’t mean to hit you.”

“I know.” She laughs, handing me the notes. “Here. I think these are yours. Shall I order you ones with spikes in them?”

We both snort a laugh.

“Oh, Mason is coming a half hour early, that’s also what I wanted to tell you. I hope that’s okay.”

I nod. “That’s fine. I’m ready for him anytime.”

“Do you need another block of notes for him, too?” She teases, walking away from me.

“Stop it or I’ll hit you again.” I joke.

I pull myself together in time for Mason, my next client, to arrive. His visit is fast and thank God, because I’m dying to obsess over what happened with Caleb. What an asshole, right? I mean, to come into my office like that, take total advantage of me, and then come off all snide and slick like he did? Brandy sends me a couple of text messages, wanting to meet up with me after work, and I debate with myself as to whether or not I should tell her what happened, fearing I’ll die from judgement. But before I can deny it, Brandy smirks at me, as we each take a sip of our wine, sitting on my living room floor, sharing a pizza while watching a movie.

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