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Dot Baker sent me her nudes as a thank you gift. And then I masturbated to those nudes.

I have no idea what the hell I’m going to say to her at work tomorrow. But I know that things will never be the same between us again.

This changes everything.

CHAPTER 5

DOT

Tuesday morning comesand with it, a slight headache.

Probably too many margaritas. But I needed that girls night desperately. Chatting with my best friend made me feel better about this whole situation.

Sure, I’m in some trouble now. But William is the best defense lawyer in Texas for a reason. I’ve seen him get his clients out of much worse situations than mine. I’m sure this will be resolved soon. And as Katie pointed out, the whole town knows that Heather is a nasty person. Nobody will fault me if they hear about what happened.

In Katie’s words: “Girl, you’ll probably be sent flowers and thank you cards. You’re not the only one who would like to give Heather a piece of your mind. You're just the first person to actually do it. You’re a Wild Bronco hero.”

I don’t know about being a hero…but this definitely put things in perspective, and helped me let go of the shame and guilt I’ve been dealing with since that night.

Except, of course, when it comes to William. I still feel embarrassed when I think about how I called him for help. The way he got me out of jail that night, and how I had to relay the whole embarrassing situation to him so that he can defend me.

Ugh!

But at least I only have to keep this job for a couple more months.

Then I can say goodbye to him, forgetting this whole legal mess as well as my crush on him.

No matter what Katie says, I definitely willnotbe asking William out after I quit working for him. I don’t need any more embarrassment than I’ve already suffered from. It would be so awkward.

Nope. Things are much better if I hold our professional boundaries firm.

I walk into the office at my usual time today, meaning William is already here. Rhonda, our paralegal, is out of office today. And Zachary, the law student that William took under his wing, completed his internship last week and is back at SMU for the fall semester.

This means it’s just me and William in the office for today.

TheLaw Office of William Lewisis a small but luxurious place located in downtown Wild Bronco, at the heart of everything. The courthouse is not far from here, making filing paperwork easy, and my favorite coffeeshopFiction & Foamisn’t far either. Today I’ve bought a cinnamon roll latte for myself, as well as a black coffee for William.

I’m not quite in full butt-kissing mode anymore like yesterday. But I still want to show him my appreciation for defending me. Whether it’s a big deal to him or not, itdoesmean something to me.

I put my things down on my desk in the reception area. Out here is where Rhonda and I sit. Beyond our desks there’s a little lobby with leather sofas and bookshelves, plaques with William’s awards and qualifications displayed beside them.

William could practice law anywhere in the world, with the reputation he’s earned for himself. He could also charge much, much more than he does.

But for some reason, he stays in Wild Bronco, the same place he grew up.

I always thought people like William – talented, worldly, and “fancy” for lack of any better word – wanted to leave their little hometowns and never come back. William left Wild Bronco for a while, earning his education at fancy Ivy League schools on a full ride scholarship.

After graduation, he had his pick of opportunities at the best law firms. But instead, he returned here. Opened up his private practice. And he’s been here ever since.

After depositing my coffee and bag on my desk, I walk to the back where William’s enclosed office is. It’s got fogged glass windows, so I’m always able to see where he is back there. But never quite what he’s doing, or what the expression on his face is.

This is good, because it reduces any temptation I have to stare at him. Without that fogged glass, there’s a good chance I wouldn’t have survived my first week on the job. My crush on my boss was so debilitating and all-consuming back then.

I open William’s door, and then freeze in the doorframe.

He looks terrible.

As terrible as a guy as hot as William can ever look, anyways. Even on his worst day, I think he’s a ten. Today is no different. But I can’t help but notice the pronounced shadows under his eyes. The stubble around his usually well-groomed, neatly-trimmed beard. And his hair. His jet black hair is ruffled and ungelled, sticking out in odd directions in the back like he just rolled out of bed.

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