Page 76 of Business Casual

The phone rang again—louder, knowingly.

Because we weren’t caught up in the throes of passion, that ringing startled us.

Carefully stuffing his dick back into his pants, he made his way to the phone.

“It’s Josephine,” he said, staring at the caller ID just as it stopped ringing.

He didn’t call back. Instead, he stuffed his dick back into his pants and zipped up. I was still buttoning and straightening my own clothes when the firm knock against the door reverberated through the room.

Wide-eyed, we stared at one another.

It only took a second before we both leapt into action.

I scrambled to the table, taking a seat near a stack of papers. He marched over to the door, pausing with his hand on the handle to look over his shoulder at me. Once I nodded, he swung it open.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, Mr. Franklin,” Josephine started. “Your father has been trying to get in touch with you. He asked that I interrupt since your conference call was over.”

“Thank you for the message, Josephine.”

Standing in the doorway, his broad shoulders took up enough room that I hoped she couldn’t see inside. I knew the bottom of my dress was wrinkled. But Josephine stepped to the side and she and I made eye contact.

Fuck.

When he closed the door, I noticed that worry replaced the romantic look he was giving me before the interruption. He met me at the table.

Leaning up on my elbows, I watched him carefully. He stood behind the chair across from me and gripped the back of it.

“She saw me,” I blurted out. “Do you think that’s why your dad called?”

The opportunities Mr. Franklin offered me felt like they were slipping away.

All because I can’t resist him,I cursed myself internally.

“I don’t think so. I don’t know.” Squeezing his eyes shut, he shook his head. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.

I felt my face crumple. “Sorry? Sorry for what?”

He lifted his head and looked at me. He was clearly conflicted. “I’m your boss. I shouldn’t have put you in this position. I shouldn’t have crossed that line.”

“Tre.” I paused, searching his face. “Wecrossed that line. It wasn’t just you.” I walked around the table and stood in front of him. “And you may be my supervisor currently, but no one is the boss of me.”

He grabbed my face between his hands and planted a kiss on my lips. “I just don’t want you to worry.” Just as the phone started ringing again, he added, “I’ll handle my father. No matter what, I’ll protect you. Don’t worry.”

“I’m not worried,” I murmured between kisses.

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