Chapter Seven
Gracie
“Can you hand me that stack of copies?” Brandon asks.
I limp over to the copy machine and grab the stack of papers, thrusting them into my coworker’s hand before easing myself gently back down into the office chair.
“What’s wrong with you? Hurt yourself over the weekend?” he asks, watching me carefully.
“What? No.” s**t. Was I being that obvious? “It’s just the heels I’m wearing today,” I lie as coolly as I can. “I’m still breaking them in.” At least that part is true.
Shit. Was I being that obvious? I’m pleasantly sore between my thighs. Nothing a little Tylenol can’t handle. But geez, how embarrassing. Crossing my legs, I concentrate on the pile of work in front of me, unable to keep a smile off my lips. I’ve been daydreaming about Hudson all morning and my
