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Chapter nineteen
Olivia
It’s one thing to establish a relationship.
To sneak kisses.
Report to HR.
Fingering in the workplace… not the best idea, but it’s not on display, it was aone timething.
But lingerie on display inmyoffice?
Warren Beaumont is a piece of work.
Those fabrics? Gorgeous.
I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t want them and yes I’ll take them if he wants to gift them, butlingerie.
No.
Hard no.
I don’t knock, I open his office door and shut it so hard his eyes lock on mine.
I didn’tmeanto slam it.
My breath hitches at the look on his face.
I can’t tell if he’s angry or annoyed.
“Can I help you?” he drawls.
“Lingerie Warren?Lingeriein the office?”
“You need a complete wardrobe Olivia… or do you want to keep returning and repurchasing the same three outfits?”
My jaw drops and my face heats.
“That—”
“That?”
I exhale. “It isn’t HR appro—”
“HR knows you’re mine now, and IownHR. It’s just legal protection for us both and neither will need it.”
“Warren I don’t—”
He stands.
Just that.