Page 25 of Pride & Precedents

All the coffees, bagels, and muffins I've left for her have ended up in the kitchen for some hungry interns to pilfer.

A month has passed since our little incident and I'm starting to feel twitchy. Today, she's wearing a forest green dress with buttons down the front and a matching belt. Her arms are bare and her supple, honey-tinged skin seems to glow even in the fluorescent lights of the office. Long, full lashes surround round eyes so dark and deep I could fall into them. I can't believe just four weeks ago I thought this woman looked plain. She'sbeautiful. Distractingly so.

Still, I want the old Camila back. The one who asked personal questions I always dodged. The one who noticed when something was off that first day with Naomi. The one whobrought me that gift basket for Christmas during COVID. The one who called me Henry even when I corrected her. The one who hid her dangerous curves under knee-length skirts, sensible pumps, and loose sweaters.

This Camila doesn't do any of that. This new, aloof, sexy Camila is currently on her hands and knees behind my desk doing God knows what. Plugging in a new router, perhaps? Certainly not what my sex-starved brain isimaginingshe's doing. I clear my throat to stop her before those thoughts tighten the crotch of my pants any further.

"Ms. Sanchez. May I ask what you're doing?"

Down on all fours, she looks back at me over her shoulder and my throat constricts.

"I dropped my pen and the dang thing rolled all the way under your desk. I'll be out of your hair in a minute, Mr. Park."

Please take your time. I'll just wait here thinking about baseball statistics and trying not to drool.After a final arch of her back,—the memory of which I will definitely revisit before bed tonight—she starts to stand, but her killer heels buckle on the way up; Louboutin is hardly made for crawling.

Unable to find her footing, she stumbles into me, pressing her entire front againstmyentire front. And she feels it. She feels…me. Evidence Ireallyenjoyed her little floor show is currently straining against the inside of my zipper and attempting to stab her in the belly button.Oh God.Her eyes widen in recognition just as I push away from the contact.

"Pardon me, sir. I-I'll just head back to my desk."

She scurries out of my office and shuts the door behind her.Well, shit.As if things weren't awkward enough, now I'm getting hard-ons in the office like a teenager. I yank my phone out of my pocket to text Noah.

Noah

Camila just felt my boner!

Noah:Yo, what? LOL

I came into my office and Camila was on her knees under my desk

Noah:Hot. I've seen videos that start like that.

Oh grow up

I was nowhere near her when she was down there, but then she tripped and fell right into me.

Noah:LOL!!!

Noah:OK. So why are you talking to me?

Noah:You should be playing naughty secretary with her right now!

I wish, but she ran out of here so fast, she left skid marks on the carpet

Noah:Oof.

It was bad, man. Things have been off since we made out. Now she's probably going to ask for a transfer

Noah:I'm sorry, bro.

Noah:You think maybe she didn't like what she felt?

What?

Noah:Like maybe Dad only passed the sundae down to me ;-)

You know for a fact that's not true

Noah:I won't tell the other brothers if that's what you're worried about

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