Page 2 of Sending Nudes to My Boss

And Heather is the one who hitme.All I did was defend myself.

“They’ve got CC footage of the whole thing,” William continues. “I’m doing my best to get a hold of that video, because the prosecution will definitely have it. Until then, I need you to tell me everything that happened. Leave nothing out. I’m your lawyer right now, not your boss.”

I bite my lip. As though that kind of separation can really work. No matter what, after tonight my boss will have a new view of who I am. I’m not exactly thrilled to have to relay this embarrassing story to William, or to anyone else for that matter.

William looks down the hall in aggravation, then raises his voice.

“Someone better get down here and release Miss Baker right now,” he barks, his voice echoing off the cinder block walls and metal surfaces that line the jail. “Every minute I have to stand here and talk my client through these bars is another minute of unlawful detention on the record.”

I hate how much William’s“I’m a big bad lawyer, and you’ll do what I tell you to do!”voice turns me on.

As his assistant, I have the pleasure of experiencing it frequently. It never gets old. No matter how many times I hear him talk like that, it still sends spine-tingling waves of pure“this man could take me right here, right now”arousalthrough my body.

I try to shove the unwanted feelings away as a police officer hurries down the hallway, scowling at my boss.

“Relax,” he grumbles. “There’s no need to raise your voice.”

William says nothing and I watch as the officer wilts a little beneath his icy stare, standing one inch shorter as he comes forward and lets me out.

“Thank you so much,” I say to the officer, because I feel bad that William shouted at him like that.

“Paperwork,” William says at the same time, cutting me off to bark more orders to the officer. “I want a hard copy. None of that digital bullshit.”

The officer glares at him before disappearing into the tiny office. Moments later, I hear a printer come to life.

I’m shocked at the way William is acting. As his assistant, I’ve witnessed William in hardcore lawyer mode many times. But he’s never been this aggressive before. Especially to some random cop who is just doing his job.

“Holy crap,” I whisper. “Why are you being so rude?”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” William replies flatly. “Would you like me to kiss the ass of the department imprisoning you for crimes that you did not commit?”

“I only said I didn’t do the public intoxication,” I reply. “The aggravated assault thing, though -”

“Please do not confess to a crime while on law enforcement premises,” William says through gritted teeth, his eyes lifting to the ceiling.

“Oh. Right.”

Against my better judgment, I look directly at William.

This is a mistake. I know this.

Whenever I look directly at my boss, my brain goes all stupid and my body fills up with this kind of nervous, buzzy energy that makes me want to blurt out whatever is on my mind.

“Thank you for coming to my rescue,” I tell him. “It’s really nice of you.”

He looks at me and there’s an odd expression in those intense blue eyes. But as soon as I begin trying to decipher what it could mean, it disappears.

“This is my job,” he says simply, looking away.

Of course it is. While I thought he was doing a kind deed, he views this trip to the Wild Bronco County jail as a mere obligation.

“Well…you could have told me no,” I shrug. “It’s two in the morning. Normally your clients have to stay in jail overnight if they’re arrested at this time of day. Honestly, I don’t know how you’re getting me out in the middle of the night like this.”

“A lot of people owe me a lot of favors,” he replies.

I stare at the boulder-like muscle formations on his shoulders and upper arms. Before tonight, I’d only ever seen my boss in long sleeves. Always a formal button-down shirt. Sometimes blue to match his eyes, but usually white. Sometimes with a tie, sometimes without.

But right now? Right now, he’s wearing a plain gray t-shirt and dark jeans with sneakers. His hair is ruffled and he hasn’t shaved. It’s the most casual I’ve ever seen him and it’s not doing me any favors in the whole “Don’t have a crush on your jerk boss” department.

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