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“Oh please,” Sadie rolls her eyes at me. “You know what you look like. Tall, dark, and handsome. At least when you were clumsy you seemed more human. What happened to you dropping and spilling stuff?”

Her hand stops tracing patterns and roaming, and rests over my heart. Lacing our fingers together, I kiss the top of her head.

“I was clumsy because of you. From the moment, I saw you I was attracted to you and wanted you. But I knew I couldn’t have you when I saw a wedding ring on your finger. It came out as nerves. I tried to reign in what I was feeling for you, and it came out as me being a bumbling fool.” Pulling her tighter against me, I rub my hand up and down her back. “Trust me, I heard the whispers and snickers about what a laughingstock I was.”

She kisses my chest and looks up at me. “That’s not cool. I’m sure Amy and Brent were the instigators. Those two,” she shakes her head, looking cutely annoyed. “What are they saying now?”

“The typical water cooler talk, and how I must have really fucked up because you’re always pissed off at me.” I can’t help but laugh. Sadie is far from pissed off at me. I make sure she’s happily sated each and every morning and get rewarded with sweet smiles and googly eyes until we’re at the office. Once we arrive a mask of indifference falls over her face and it only changes to scowl at me.

It will definitely be interesting when they find out Sadie and I are… dating? It feels like it’s more than dating and at the same time it doesn’t. We’ve only been out a couple of times instead most nights we opt for staying in, eating dinner in front of the TV while watching a movie, and then ravaging each other until late into the night.

“What’s the water cooler talk?” she asks pulling me out of my musings.

Shaking my head, I laugh. “They don’t know I’ve heard them, and you don’t want to know.”

Getting up to lean over me, Sadie smiles mischievously with her eyebrows raised. “Now I really want to know. You don’t have to tell me what they say about me. I know it’s nothing good, and I don’t care. I’m their boss. I’m not there to make friends with any of them. Before I became vice president they were seriously slacking off, and I whipped them into shape. It hasn’t gone unnoticed by the company.” She shrugs the best she can while holding herself up on one elbow.

I wouldn’t tell her what they said about her. Sadie is fierce when it comes to work, but hearing the awful things they say about her would break even the strongest.

“Do you really want to hear what they say about me?” I wasn’t sure how she’d react and by my calculations it was about that time of the month for Sadie to become irrational. Or as I like to call it. Crazy.

“Are they saying mean things about you?” she scowls down at me, nostrils flaring.

What would she do if she heard what they said about me?

Curling up, I kiss the tip of her now scrunched up nose. “No, it’s notmean.” My fingers caress up and down her hip trying to calm her just in case she doesn’t like what she hears. Taking in a deep breath, I close my eyes. “They speculate how large my member is. If I’m dating anyone. What it would be like to fuck me. If I’m as clumsy in bed as I am out of it. Why I’m an intern. Shit like that.”

When she doesn’t say anything, I open my eyes to find her looking down at me blank-faced.

“Hey, I don’t care what they say,” I say in a soothing tone.

Blinking a few times, she turns to look at something in the distance for a moment. “Do they think you’re good in bed?”

I was not expecting that.

A chuckle escapes as I shake my head. “No. Their words, not mine, are ‘He can’t look like thatandbe great in bed.’ But I don’t care what they say about me. They talk shit about everyone.”

“I, for one, am happy they don’t know how phenomenal you are in bed. If they had any idea, I’d have to kill each and every one of them.”

There she is. My crazy Sadie.And yet, I can’t help but love that she’s possessive over me.

“Let’s not kill anyone at the office. I like you too much. I’d hate for you to go to prison.”

“Me too,” she laughs and lays back down and snuggles into me.

Her warmth against me, along with her rubbing my back, almost lulls me to sleep when her hand abruptly stops.

“Hey, Ty. We need to talk.”

Dread fills my entire being and my heart sinks.

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Sadie

Tears stingthe back of my eyes when I feel his body lock up and his arms tense around me. When I feel him try to get up, I sling my leg over his and wrap my arms tighter around him.

“Ty, please just listen.” When he stops moving and stays stone still, I try to relieve him as best as I can. We needed to talk and figure this out. “It’s nothing bad. I promise.”

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