Page 2 of Keeping Her Safe

"Nonsense. You talk, I listen. That's the job, right?"

"You're not my shrink. Have you ever been an assistant or worked in an office?"

"Of course. Why do you ask, ma'am?"

"Well, for starters, most assistants don't wear… um...muscly tee shirts like that," she says. When she licks her pouty lips, I almost jump over her desk to get at her. Almost. I have a job to do, but there's no harm in planting the seeds that she's mine.

"What should I be wearing, Ms. Lipton?" She rolls her dark eyes.

"Stacey. My name is Stacey, and I don't know. A suit or at least something professional."

"Duly noted," I reply. If she wants a sharp dressed man, she'll get one. She clears her throat and picks up her coffee cup, holding it out to me.

"Will you get me a coffee, please. Two sugars, lots of cream. The break room is about halfway down the hall. If you can't find it, I'm sure Mrs. Garry will help you." When I take the cup from her, her fingers graze mine and linger.

"One hot coffee, coming right up," I say, putting some much-needed distance between us.

There's no way I will be able to keep this up for as long as it takes to catch who’s messing with my woman.

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