Page 26 of Pride & Precedents

Noah:I've read men with micropenises can still go on to lead healthy, fulfilling lives.

OMG. Whoever said twins have some special bond was full of shit.

Well,thatwas a waste. Now Mila thinks I'm some pervert and my brother's going to rub this in my face for the next three months at least. I bet he's already sent screenshots of our texts to Cory.

I clench my jaw and pound my fist on the desk.Fuck this!Acting like I don't find her attractive isn't working. "Playing nice"definitelyisn't working. It's time I faced this head on. We're both adults, and if she wants to transfer to another department, so be it.

Resolved to accept whatever happens, I press the intercom button.

"Ms. Sanchez? Can you please come into my office?"

I wait five seconds and there's no answer.

"Ms. Sanchez? May I have a word?"

A few more seconds go by and still nothing. I push out of my seat, cross my office, and open my door, only to see her desk empty.Don't tell me she's run off again!I pull my phone out, checking for another bogus text. Nothing. I let out a breath, thankful for the small victory. I have to find her. I'm beyond ready to put this whole mess behind us.

I walk past conference rooms and the other partners' offices, checking up and down hallways until I'm standing outside the file room. It's dim and cramped,—we need to have an intern clean this out immediately—but I see her, standing on her tiptoes to reach a box on the top shelf. The image she makes is so alluring, I move without consciously deciding to do so.

"Here. Let me get that for you," I say. Reaching over her head, I'm close enough to touch her. Close enough to smell her perfume; it's something vanilla with a musky edge. Maybe sandalwood?

When I place the box on the table beside her, I don't immediately move away. I should. Camila and I in a dimly lit room—a room with a lock on the door—is not a good idea. She looks up at me and I see her eyes dilate.

"Thank you," she whispers.

I take a deep breath. Now's the moment of truth.

"Mila, I think we need to discuss what's been going on."

She gasps, staring at me with wide eyes.

"What?"

"It's just that you always call me 'Ms. Sanchez' at the office. I believe it's one of yourrules."

She spits the last word out like it leaves a sour taste in her mouth.Shit. Did I really just call her 'Mila'?

"My apologies, Ms. Sanchez. The fact remains that we need to discuss the change in our work dynamic."

She rolls her eyes and reaches for the box.

"If you're about to give me the whole 'let's keep things professional' speech, I'll remind you that you're the one who crossed the line in your office just now."

I rake my hands through my hair in frustration.

"That was an accident. You're the one who was on all fours looking like a damn pinup."

I close and lock the door so anyone still around doesn't overhear our conversation. Mila starts angrily yanking files from the box.

"A pinup, huh? So, are you saying I was asking for it?"

Yikes.Did that really come out of my mouth?

"I just mean your clothes lately are hardly work appropriate."

She turns to skewer me with a glare hot enough to melt steel.

"I'll have you know, Mr. Park, that all of my outfits adhere to BBS&P's strict wardrobe policy. I checked."

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