a

ew. I didn't check it right away, waiting for Bethany's input first. As soon as I ste

alented,

in the contract, given your email

"What clause? And stay th

ins. "Section four, clause two. H

she leaves the room and I open up the contract a

tic Relat

ill result in reassignment or termination so that the client and/or employee are no longer represented or employed by the

th anyone, especially a client. Am I disappointed? Yeah, definitely. Despite

e thinks I wouldn't want to mix business with pleasure, b

e the chemistry between us. Whenever I'm near her, I feel weak, and she must sense it too. If she wa

if I'm going to be around her with this tensio

on the phone!" I c

ling as she dial

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lder under my arm. She arrives a couple of minutes later, looking stunning as usual in a tight black skirt and satin ta

er with a nod, "alw

ubrey. Her name

oking at my tattoo, so today I left a few buttons of my shirt undone. I

oat. "Jared," she

inking about her, but I can't. I imagine being close to her, touching her. I wonder if

to her office. She ignores the awkward glances from her employees.

sks, pointing to the envelope under

smile. "Just one. Sec

oudly. "Wha

the contract until I find the correct section and pass it ov

tic Relat

oyee and their subordinate must be disclosed. The subordinate has the right t

illed with nothing but curiosity and confusion

in the chair, folding my ar

se of

Not yet. Plus, I don't want her to end the contract between us if for whatever reason I'm crazy and she actually doesn't want to rip my clothes off as much as I want hers. "If I'm

s down to the desk like she didn't

to keep the clause, that way we all can

k. Her breath catches, a sharp inhale that travels straight to my d

ays pointed

er in. The petite blonde from yesterday, her assistant, grows w

rey snaps, surpri

for the party this weekend is done, and the client we were wait

I interje

re putting on a fake smile. "Yes, it's our com

e invited?"

but since your contra

omeone to fill the seat, ri

ensing the tension. Aubrey relucta

lingering on me a bit too long. "

ve Aubrey a playboy grin of mine, one she hasn't seen yet. Aubrey fidgets in her seat and clears her throat. "I'll have my l

I look f

dy. His eyes narrow slightly toward me before he sends Aubrey a soft smile, indicating there's history between them. "Hey,

led. The confident woman I know is nowhere to be seen. H

to her? And why are my hands

glancing at me again, "d

glance at her. Whether I'm reading that right or not, I offer her an o

w, looking at Aubre

Finley, this is Jared Morgan, CEO of Morgan Hotels.

wince. What's the deal between these two? Are they dating? He's attractive in a nerdy way with

ement for my company's rebranding, so I

angry. "Well, you made the

incredibl

aves her office wi

cted herself, though her breathing i

for lunch still on the table? I ju

ey. Rather than pulling her close, I place my hand o

as we pass employees. The heat of her body is intoxicati

ck until she steps out of my embrace. "

. Not until I'm certain she wants it too. For now, I'