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now that sounds predatory in my head. I’m an HR nightmare waiting to happen.
The moment stretches on between us while I hold her foot in my hand, waiting for her to erupt from her chair and call me out or leave or slap me…because if anyone else touched her the way I’m touching her now, I’d have their f*****g head on a stick.
But she doesn’t do any of those things. Instead, with her gaze locked on mine, she brushes her foot against my c**k again. Or was I imagining that? Nope, she definitely does it again, this time with a little more force, and it feels so f*****g good. I resume massaging her foot while the other rests against my aching erection, and this is definitely not so innocent anymore.
“Charlotte,” I whisper, but even I don’t know what I’m about to say. I should tell her to stop and put her foot down.
“Yes?” Her voice is breathy and inviting. The moment is charged and s****l and very, very f*****g dangerous.
Before I can say another word, her phone rings on the table next to her. I almost look away, but my eyes dance back to the screen when I recognize the name.
Beau.
She tears her feet away from me and freezes with her hand over the phone. Then she looks at me.
“Answer it,” I command her a bit too enthusiastically.
As she snatches it up and hits the green button, I freeze in my seat. This is because of the message I left him. I
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