Page 8 of Filthy Liar

Which means Ellie and I are all alone in the office, and any second, I’m going to get up from my desk and go find her. I’ll invent a problem. Ask if there’s coffee—which there isn’t, because I’ll have already dumped the pot on the way to reception.

She’ll get up and lead the way, her pert, round ass bobbing in front of me like a matador’s red cape.

Which makes me the bull.

Fuck, yes.

Except…no.

For one thing, it would make me a hypocrite. And for another, I’m pretty sure that if I give in to my base need for her, this isn’t going to end well.

I’m not the upstanding SEAL I once was, for many reasons, not the least of which is that I covet my employee’s ass.

And her tits.

And her soft, wet mouth.

A knock at the door interrupts my fantasy and I snap my shit tight. “Yep,” I say coolly, clipped.

Ellie marches efficiently up to and around my desk, leaning her hip against the side of it. “There are six schedule conflicts on your calendar next week. I’ve flagged them all in bright red so you can go in and fix them.”

I swear under my breath. “Again?”

“Your work load has changed. It might be time to hire an assistant.”

I can’t do that. “I’ll think about it. And thank you for flagging the conflicts. That’s not your job. I appreciate the quick eye.”

“No problem.” She hands me a neatly written message. “Also, the young Miss Conroy has called twice this afternoon looking for an appointment.”

I make a face. I fucking hate socialites. “We should hire someone to hire the nuisance cases.”

“She’s harmless.”

Exactly. I don’t have time for harmless. I’m rather busy with the exceedingly harmful types. “Do you want to take the appointment?”

She blinks in surprise. “Me?”

“If she’s harmless…why not let her think you’re the crisis specialist?”

Ellie’s cheeks turn pink. “I dunno. I’m not…I wouldn’t know what to do.”

“You’re very capable.” My voice runs rough, and I clear my throat. I hold the note back out, but she doesn’t take it, so I stand, which means I’m suddenly looming over her. When I push the paper into her hand, her fingers wrap around mine, and a sizzle of electricity burns my skin.

She looks up at me and her lips part, her eyes wide.

Fuck.

I don’t move.

She does, though. She ducks her head and twists, breaking the connection. I take a hard step back.Lock that shit down, Evans.

I can’t hit on my employee.

I won’t.

She wiggles the piece of paper in the air as she heads for the door. “I’ll handle her.”

“Charge her a full consultation fee.”

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