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English had never struggled to focus when there was a computer in front of him. It was as basic as breathing. But he’d never known the magnetic pull of Caitlyn Powers either. Every few minutes, he glanced up at her.
She sat across the room, reading a book from the overstuffed shelf next to the TV. She hadn’t bothered to put her shirt back on, so English had a fantastic view of her breasts. He couldn’t remember ever having such a distracting view when he was working.
“Thirty-seven,” Caitlyn said without looking up.
English smirked. He was counting down, too. Which meant he needed to stay focused so he had time to devote just to Caitlyn.
Jeanine’s bosses were curious when he asked for her work schedule, but neither argued with him. They both knew his name, and his parents, so they di
