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“Did he hear me? I dropped my ring.”

“No. It’s alright. He doesn’t focus on anyone but himself.”

Her hair is perfect, as is her makeup, and except for her shirt, you’d never know what just happened.

“Here,” I say, handing her my spare shirt. “You can wear this home.”

She looks at me, a little smile on her face, and then she laughs. What the hell? It’s my fault her shirt is ruined, but at least I’m trying to fix the problem.

“What?” I ask, a note of irritation in my voice. Then Lissa unravels the thing, and I can see why she’s so amused. It’s as big as a bed sheet against her tiny body.

“I’m not sure this is going to fit me, Mr. Heath.”

“Oliver,” I insist, glancing at the clock. “Well, between five and six, I’m Oliver, probably best to keep Mr. Heath the rest of the time.”

She nods, holding the shirt out in front of her.

“Sorry, that’s more of a dress on you,” I murmur, and she laughs even harder. “Let me see if I have something else.”

“Um, would it be okay if you went outside and grabbed my bag from under my desk? I have a gym shirt in there; I can change into that instead.”

“Of course,” I say quickly, feeling like an idiot for offering the shirt at all.

Once I have her bag, I bring it back into the office, but she doesn’t bother going into the bathroom, stripping off the buttonless shirt in front of me, and tugging on the new one. It fits like a glove, and I clear my throat as her breasts form beautiful curves beneath it.

“Are you alright?” I ask as she hands the shirt back to me.

“Yes, I’m good, are you?”

I raise my eyebrows.

How long has it been since someone other than my mother asked me that?

“I’m fine,” I say, “I’m sure you want to get home.”

She nods, checking her watch as a hint of alarm blooms over her face. “I didn’t realize it was so late. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

She leaves in that same silent way of hers, and there’s no sound as she gathers her things and heads out the door.

I lean against my desk, staring at the space she just occupied, unsure why I feel so off-kilter today. I enjoyed the sex just as I did yesterday, but there’s something…moreabout Lissa. She gives herself up so completely, as if she’s letting go for the first time.

I’m regretting my decision to make this just an hour at the end of the day. A blow job like that would be a fantastic way to start the morning. At lunch, I could go down on her while she flutters those beautiful eyelashes at me.

Christ, Oliver, get a grip.

We’ve had fun, she’s easy to be with and willing to do as I say. And absolutely fucking gorgeous. That’s all I could hope for. I don’t want to get carried away, and I certainly don’t want to get to know her. That would just make things complicated.

I pick up the shirt, carefully folding it back and replacing it in the drawer.

Things are just as they should be. Ordered and controlled.

Chapter 16

Lissa

The next morning, I wake up before dawn, slipping out of bed, careful not to disturb Henry.

As I make my way into the living room, the house is damp and cold, and I pull a cardigan from a chair, wrapping it around my shoulders.