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“I’m sorry, Guy,” Sheri muttered to herself while following Dean out into the main compartment. It would be hell trying to play things cool when her thighs still quivered from the workout they’d just been given. Especially when one hooded look from Dean would transport her back to their time in the bedroom.

It was a good thing they’d be arriving their destination soon. Yet, she couldn’t help the rush of anticipation she felt. For the first time, she felt sexually confident, and freed from the confines of her repressed side. She had Dean to thank for prompting her to venture far beyond her comfort zone. Even if she didn’t foresee a future relationship for them, at least they had this genuine chemistry. And for now, she convinced herself that was all they’d ever need.

Chapter 5

It was Monday morning, and Sheri was headed for the elevator wearing black high-heeled pumps and a tailored gray dress that fit her like a second skin. She got a look at her reflection in the elevator’s chrome walls and smiled, pleased with her hair and outfit. It was indeed a boost to know she looked good on the first day of the work week.

She reached out to close the elevator doors, but paused when she heard a familiar voice call out for her to hold the elevator. When the doors slid open again, there Dean was, standing there with a thin little smile on his lips. Once he noted it would be just them riding the car his smile turned into a grin.

“Good morning, Mr. Cooper,” greeted Sheri, both of them staring forward as he stood next to her while the closed elevator took them up.

He returned her polite greeting, even as the sight of her in that dress was making him think very impolite thoughts. She was busy checking her manicure, her hand held up in front of her. He turned in her direction after a few seconds and caught her smug smile.

“I’m curious to see how long you can keep this up,” he worded, eyes narrowed over his very sexy assistant. It was a week since their return from the Italy trip. From the look of things, she was intent on maintaining this fa?ade of professionalism. Things had been hectic at the office for the past week, and so Dean had chosen to go along with her ploy of keeping her distance so she wouldn’t think he was all about sex. But she refused to let him any closer or spending time with him outside work, such as on a date.

“I think I’ve made it more than clear that I will not break,” she replied, barely holding off a smirk. She endured Dean’s steady regard with that same calm exterior she’d kept in place so consistently thus far.

“Maybe not break, rather I’ll be sure to make you bend,” he murmured, leaning close to her ear. “Over a desk, most likely, with that fucking sexy dress up around your waist and your panties around your ankles.”

Her mouth fell open in scandalized excitement and she saw a flash of satisfaction across his face. But then she had the last word, a smile playing on her lips as she turned and said calmly, “Who said anything about wearing panties?”

Now, it was Sheri’s turn to see the frozen look on Dean’s face. She didn’t wait to let those words sink in, but sauntered out just as the elevator hummed open on their floor.

She couldn’t help the extra little sway to her hips as she headed off, aware that Dean was hot on her heels. So he thought he could ruffle my feathers huh?

Thank goodness for the army of secretaries, interns, and other assistants manning the outer office area. In between the greetings and the rush from the team to provide updates and schedules, Sheri was so caught up, she barely let herself notice that Dean had disappeared into his inner chamber.

But it was barely three minutes later that he rang her phone and when she answered, she heard Dean clip out, “In my office, now. And, see to it we aren’t disturbed.”

There was that irrepressible smile on her face when she walked into Dean’s office moments later. He stood mere feet away when she entered, and Sheri took her first real look at him of the day, looking fine as ever. He wore a black and white check suit jacket over dark pants, a white shirt, and black tie. Only he could pull off a bold statement look like that, and on top of everything else, he made her feel she had the attack of weak knees and shortness of breath. But of course, she was outwardly quite calm, even when he promptly instructed her to lock the door.

Sheri saw no point in protesting and turned to comply by discreetly turning the lock. But before she could face him again, Dean had come up behind her and slid his arms around her waist.

Her heart thumped at his closeness and the feel of his now smoothly shaved jaw as he nosed against her collarbone. She grabbed his hands to stop them roving, her tone slightly reprimanding as she said, “I’m not sure about this. First we come in to work together, and then you instantly summon me in and ask not to be disturbed… Maybe none of these instances are out of the ordinary on their own, but surely we’re bound to raise a few eyebrows soon.”

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