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“No, I’m not,” I reply with a grin.

“Are you serious? You two have a hot office romance going on and you’re not going to share anything with me?”

“I don’t think Grayson would like it if you knew.”

“That good?”

“Yeah, it’s pretty juicy.”

Claire throws her hands in the air. “You better send me a hot manuscript to make up for this.”

“I have just the one.”

“Good.” Claire flashes a smile, then leaves.

Just after she walks out, my phone plays a jingle, alerting me to a text. I raise it and look at the screen. It’s a new number I don’t recognize. I open it and read.

I have something that belongs to you, Princess.

Immediately a smile swells my cheeks.

Going through my files again?

I’ve learned a lot from them.

Like what?

You’re 28, beautiful, and well-educated.

My files say I’m beautiful?

I’ve updated them to reflect my observations.

What else have you observed?

You have a habit of stealing time while at work.

What do you mean?!

I spend half my time thinking about you in those heels and nothing else. You’re taking away time I should spend working.

Clever :)

I am. Perhaps you should update my files with your observations.

Would love to. Has an 8-inch pole, magic fingers, and smells like sin.

You haven’t actually seen the 8-inch pole.

We can rectify that.

We will.

My office phone rings and I set my cell phone aside, grinning from ear-to-ear with butterflies fluttering in my belly.

It’s one of the authors I represent and she has a barrage of questions. I answer the ones I can and take notes to follow up on the others. Ten minutes later, I hang up and glance back at my phone. There are no new texts and I pout. Clicking on his number, I hit save and enter his name with the added title—the panty-stealer.

It’s five minutes until the time I’m off work and this whole day without panties has been a constant reminder of our sexy morning rendezvous. Anxious to go on our date, I’m rushing to finish off my last email. When I hear the door open, I’m too focused to look up. Strong hands pull my hair back from my face, then begin massaging my neck and shoulders. A smile parts my lips as I hit send.

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