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“They’re things we never do again … like coming a fourth time against the window in the conference room.”

I’d slipped in the reminder, just to see if there was a change in her eyes.

The flame was there.

One that smoldered as low as her cheeks before she made it disappear.

I leaned into her ear, watching her chest freeze, hearing her breath hitch. “How many days were you sore? Can you still feel me, or is that ache long gone?”

God, I was a mean motherfucker.

She pulled away, putting several inches between us.

But that didn’t stop me from saying, “What a feeling it must be to know you’ve had the best and there isn’t another man out there who will ever make you feel like me.”

She shook her head. “You’re vile and so full of yourself.”

“And?”

“And I’m repulsed by you.”

I smiled. “Good. Then, we can both agree that we just need to survive this internship. You stay the fuck out of my hair, out of my office, and off my tip.” I pushed my back against the seat, grabbing her dirty martini and sh