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“Can I play with her?” Harley sounded so sweet when she asked.
Before Tori could say anything else, her bellow from the hallway cut Tori off. “Rebel!”
Oh that voice! It had featured in her thoughts far too many times. Maybe a dream or two in the last week as well. Because why the hell not? Tori could dream. Her panties were already wet just thinking about that voice.
“Where are you? Rebel!”
Tori stepped out into the hall, making immediate eye contact with her. With the Miranda Priestly act-alike. She shuddered, Rebel curling into her side on her hip. Tori instinctively put her nose into Rebel’s tangled mess of hair as she eyed this woman over.
The woman stopped mid-step. Tori fought to hold back a smile as a soundtrack of screeching brakes played in her mind. This time it was her chance to catch that woman off guard. She held back her chuckle and straightened her back, keeping Rebel on her hip.
“Perfect,” the woman muttered loud enough for Tori to hear her. She stalked forward, her steps quick and precise, but Tori missed the click click click of her heels since the floors were carpeted. That woman reached out when she was close enough, and Rebel all but jumped out of Tori’s arms to fall into the strong hands that caught her. Tori admired that. Squaring her shoulders, Tori debated how to handle this, which way to approach the storm in front of her.
“I’m Tori, by the way.” A pleasant introduction rarely hurt. “We never got to exchange names the other week.”
The woman hesitated with a quick up and down look at Tori. Okay, this time it didn’t hold the exact burning gaze as last time. Still it was far from checking Tori out in any way she might appreciate. “Miranda.”
Blood rushed from Tori’s face. Bullshit! She swiveled her head quickly around, searching for the cameras that must be recording this, because holy shit this woman’s name could not actually be Miranda. She’d misheard, right?
“This is Rebel,” Miranda continued in crisp words, almost as tight as the suit she wore today.
Once again, Miranda’s outfit was dark, and the cut hugged her as firmly as the previous one, but this one gave Tori a better view of that generous bust that remained hidden beneath. So did the way she held Rebel, who conveniently shoved a hand down the front of the suit jacket as if she owned Miranda’s breasts.
Fuck.
Miranda?
Really?
“Oh, me and Rebel go way back.” Tori smiled, but her voice wavered unexpectedly. It was rare she was caught this off-guard. She forced her eyes and thoughts away from Miranda and her choice of clothing. Tori’s cheeks warmed with embarrassment. She had one more chance to get a hold of herself. Tori winked at the child who giggled. “Don’t we, sweetie?”
“I need to get to work.” Miranda sent Tori a pointed look and turned on her toes. She stalked away from the office, her perfectly highlighted hair flicking over her shoulder as she went.
Tori leaned to the side, following the line that Miranda walked. The way her hips moved in that tight pantsuit, creating the perfect view of the curve of her ass. The dull clicking of her heels against the short carpet and all the power that came with it. The strength in her squared shoulders and perfection she probably strove for. She leaned a little more as Miranda turned toward the toddler room so she wouldn’t lose sight.
“Uh-oh,” Aili said, pulling Tori’s attention away sharply.
Tori snapped her head up to see what the problem was, only to find Aili smiling and looking at her.
“Uh-oh?” Tori asked, confused.
“Oh yes,” Aili swiveled in her chair as she nodded. “Definitely uh-oh.”
“Do I get more than just uh-oh?” Tori let Harley’s hand go as she pulled out of the grip and sat down in front of the papers and crayons that permanently stayed in the corner of Aili’s office.
“You, love, have got it bad.”
“What bad?”
“Don’t be an idiot.” Aili laughed lightly, her gaze flicking to Harley. She covered the side of her mouth so Harley couldn’t see and pointed toward the toddler room. She mouthed the words She’s hot! to Tori before laughing.
Tori’s cheeks burned.
Aili devolved into a fit of giggles. “Oh my god. Add this to our conversation for tonight, will you?”
“I think I’ll be skipping that phone call,” Tori mumbled, now embarrassed. Not only had Siena called her out on it after a two-second retelling of the grocery store incident, but now Aili was calling her out on it.
“Oh, fat chance of that happening. I’ll be calling now.”
