Evan
When I arrived early at the office on Friday, the morning after Magnus’s batshit bombshell, Rachel was already in the staff conference room making coffee. Her slinky dress of the night before had been replaced with yet another sensible pantsuit, but the curve of her a*s was unmistakable now that I knew what she was hiding.
“Good morning, Rachel.”
Her shoulders tensed, and she spun to face the doorway. I had to act totally normal, had to set the right tone between us. And that tone was one of professionalism, and certainly not one where my d**k got hard at the memory of our kiss.
“Good morning, Mr. Scott. Should I bring you a cup when it’s ready?”
I studied her face. Other than pink spots high on her cheeks, she seemed normal and not inclined to, say, file a lawsuit.
Awesome. It
