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I squint, letting my eyes hop from him to the computer and back again. “You fixed it?” I ask.
“I did.” He gestures to the monitor. “See for yourself.”
I set my purse down on the edge of the desk and walk around to take a look. He stays on the opposite side of me the entire time, rounding to stand in front looking nervous as all hell. I might as well have caught him with his pants down based on that white-faced reaction.
Still, he’s no less stunningly gorgeous with broad, muscular shoulders and a thin layer of sweat on his brow and those cheekbones—
Focus, Nora.
I sit down in my chair and look at the monitor. My budget software is indeed open right to the mistake he made. Perfectly corrected.
“Again, I’m really sorry,” he says above me.
“It’s...” I scan the lines again, double-checking for accuracy. “It’s okay. You did the right thing — though I am a little protective of my stuff, so next time, maybe just leave a note?”
“I did leave a note,” he says, pointing down.
My eyes catch the bright pink post-it note stuck to the edge of the monitor. I peel it off to read it.
“Sorry for the fuck up, Mrs. Payne. Clive.” I chuckle at the casual tone. “That about covers it, then.”
“And there won’t be a next time,” he says. “I promise. I know how much of an opportunity it is working here for you and I’ll do better, starting right now.”
I smile, trying hard not to fawn over him. I don’t know what it is I find so attractive about a younger guy who just wants to please me, but...
Clive clears his throat and walks backward a few paces. “Well, anyway, I should get out of here. Last time: I’m sorry, Mrs. Payne. It won’t happen again.”
“Clive,” I say.
He stops in the doorway. “Yes, Mrs. Payne?”
“It’s Ms.”
He smiles, revealing a gorgeous set of bright, white teeth. “I apologize, Ms. Payne,” he says slowly. “Won’t happen again.”
“Enjoy the rest of your weekend,” I add.
“I will,” he says. “You, too. I’ll, uh… I’ll see you tomorrow.”
My eyes wander downward as he exits my office, instantly clinging to the tight rear just begging to rip free of those pants. I sign hard once he’s out of earshot.
Goddamn, that’s a good tushy.
I kick my ankle off the floor and spin my chair around to look out the windows at the Chicago sky.
Maybe I should go over my notes again for the meeting tomorrow.
Or, I could go home and take Sunday off.
Notes, it is.
