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Part Nine

Running…

On Friday, feeling confident in a fitted e blond hair, I head into Mr Ward’s office Glancing up froives me a hot, heavy inspection and scowls

I back-step, all too aware of why he’s cranky I have, after all, been living the probleht back,” I say, and head to the kitchen to pour hi crazy Every accidental touch of bodies seeized, every brush of our eyes more electric It doesn’t help that neither of us has slept, spending our days working on the regular needs of the properties and staying late to work on the charity event that he clearly cares about deeply

Coffee in hand, I walk back in to his office, only to be repri to you and that most people don’t walk out on their bosses like you just did”

“Sorry, Grumpy” I set the coffee in front of hi”

He stares at me, and I’m not sure if his steely look means he wants to fuck me or throttle me I think maybe both He scrubs his jaw and reaches for the coffee I notice it has spilled over the edge to pool on the desk, and I reach for it “Wait” It’s too late Our hands collide

Our gazes lift and do the same and we both freeze, the turbulence and heat between us darabs my wrist and looks first at the “V” of , and then at the sticky wetness on my hand “Do you kno bad I want to lick that off?”

I have a hten “I, uh … should I say please, Mr Ward?”

He gri me”

“Back at ya”

“Hello, hello”

We jerk apart at the sound of Maggie’s voice Daie,” I say

“Morning” She walks toward Daet to work, which requires that I first squeeze ether and count to sixty

At sixty-one, I attee fro from my interaction with Da clerks have looked high and low for thedonations I’ve claiood I decide to go through every file in the desk, piece by piece, and pray I find the evidence I need Asking donors for proof of payrab my files and open them to check my work first