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“I’m probably going to be here for a while. Don’t worry about me,” I reply.

“You sure? You don’t want any company?” He looks at me as though he’s trying to figure something out. Perhaps why I’m giving him the cold shoulder.

“I’ll be fine, George, but thanks. You go home and see if your wife will talk to you.”

George laughs softly. “Probably not, but I’m planning on taking her out at the weekend to make up for it. She deserves a nice treat for putting up with me.”

“Lucky her,” I raise my cup at him. “See you tomorrow.”

“Night.” George leaves, closing the door behind him.

Taking a gulp of my coffee, and grimacing when I remember that it’s gone cold, I settle back in my chair and stare at my desktop. There seem to be so many emails and there had been none in the inbox when Megan left earlier. How was that possible? It was like everyone woke up just as they were leaving for the day.

I have a feeling I’m going to be here for a while. Otherwise, things are going to be overflowing for Monday. Megan wouldn’t appreciate it.

Then again, it is her job. I should be leaving it for her to do. But the only reason I’m still here long after I told her to go home is because of Megan. I’m trying to find something to distract myself, and work seems to help. For the most part. As long as I don’t look out through the window toward Megan’s desk, I’m fine.

It’s better than being at home. I’ve been struggling to lie in my bed or use the bathroom without remembering how Megan and I spent the night. I’ve had to sleep in one of the guest rooms, and I use the other bathroom. Even then, it’s a pain to turn my thoughts off.

And being downstairs is tougher. The dining room had been ignored for a week now. I’m unable to go in there without remembering Megan telling us we shouldn’t have anything to do with each other beyond a professional relationship. It’s too painful for me to recall.

God, the last week has been too difficult for me. I’ve been trying to concentrate on work, but whenever Megan entered the room, she would steal my attention. It was getting to the point of embarrassing, and I’m sure a few people have noticed. That’s not something I’m going to be comfortable dealing with if it’s brought up.

Hopefully, nobody would. But I really need to get it sorted. Otherwise, it’s going to get awkward for Megan and me. What if she leaves? The thought of her leaving makes me want to panic. She can’t leave me. There are things that are certain in life, and Megan being the best PA I could ask for is one of them. I could cope without her, but I don’t want to.

I want her in my life. Selfish, yes, but I want her around in some capacity.

And she is only keeping it as it is now. Nothing more. Even though I want to bend her over her desk and bring her to another climax.

But Megan won’t let that happen. And it feels like it’s killing me.

Who knew it would be my personal assistant who would have me on my knees?

I need to get a new coffee. The one I have is disgusting. Maybe the coffee house across the street will deliver. They normally do during the day, and they must be still open.

I reach for my cell phone just as it starts ringing, my ex-wife’s name flashing up on the screen. Gosh, not her. I could do without her right now.

But she’s going to keep calling until I answer. Sighing, I pick up the phone and answer.

“What is it, Caitlin?”

“Oh. That’s how you greet people nowadays?” she snarks.

I sigh heavily, making sure she hears just how much I don’t care what she thinks. “Spare me the pleasantries, Caitlin. What do you want?”

Caitlin grunts. “Honestly, you’re getting ruder every day. I hope that’s old age making you a cranky old man.”

“May I remind you that you’re actually older than me?”

“I’m going to pretend that I didn’t hear that,” she sniffs. “I’ve just had Anna and Eric take me out for dinner. Aren’t they just the sweetest couple?”

I don’t respond. Those two doing that is anything but sweet, especially after what they did at the engagement party. To think that they were going to auction Megan off to get money for their honeymoon, something they could easily pay for, and not think it was horrible. I still wish I had lost more of my temper when I saw it was happening.

“Joel? Are you there?”

“I’m here. I don’t know what you want me to say to that. You know that I’m not happy with them after their little stunt.”

“Oh, you’re still talking about when you and that little PA ruined the atmosphere?” she asks, clearly irritated.

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