Page 54 of Scandalous Lover

Sam: Get undressed.

Naomi: I thought you were working.

Sam: I am.

Naomi: Alone in your office with the door closed?

I glance up at the door, which is cracked just enough for me to see the teal hallway outside. My door is always open. It’s a promise I make to my employees.

One that might have to change a bit.

They can knock, right?

I get up and walk over, closing it as quietly as I can before returning to my seat.

It’s still unlocked. Anyone could stroll in at any time. But it feels different. I pick my phone back up.

Sam: Yup.

Naomi: Prove it.

I laugh out loud at her text, even as the meaning sends chills down my spine.

Sam: You asking for a dick pic, princess?

Naomi: God, you say the sexiest things.

Another laugh bursts out of me, but it fades away as I start to consider.

Sam: I don’t know if that’s a good idea.

Naomi: You’ve quite enjoyed my bad ideas so far…

I set the phone on my desk and glance down at the tent in my pants. The one that seems to respond to the sound of my phone vibrating these days.

Can I really take it out and shoot a picture of it? Right here in my office?

A sound out in the hallway makes me jump an inch out of my chair, and I sit for a long moment, still as a statue, waiting for the door to fly open.

It never does.

Eventually I regain the ability to breathe, but it comes with the renewed ability to think clearly.

There’s no way.

But what if…

I climb to my feet, adjusting myself in my pants just in case, and make my way over to the door. I stand with my back pressing against it and look down at the phone in my hands.

Then I look up toward the corners of the ceiling, scanning the room for security cameras that I know damn well aren’t there. I scan my bookcase for teddy bears with hidden nanny cams like a madman.

When I look back down at my phone, I break out in a cold sweat.

Sam: I can’t. I tried.

Naomi: That’s okay!

Naomi: Don’t freak out.

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