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My ass almost flies out of the chair. Surely I heard him wrong. I want to make some kind of witty remark, but the unreadable look on his face has me snapping my mouth shut. I hold back the comment, stunned by how he brazenly stares back at me. "People wouldn't believe it if we told them we all of a sudden started dating. But...they'd believe it if we went from working closely together with you as my assistant and it developed into more." "Now it's starting to make sense..." "I bought this company because I needed a reason you and I were brought back together-hence the reason I now own 8-bit Security. You work closely with me as my assistant and in a month or so we'll tell people we've fallen in love." "That seems quick." When he smiles at me, I understand why so many women fall at his feet. It's magnetic, bright but predatory. Enough to make my core clench because never did I expect it aimed at me. "When you know, you know." And then Beck Fucking Sinclair winks at me, and I swear to god in the moment, I'd do anything he asked me to. His hotness is a shock to my system, something I'm nowhere near equipped to deal with. "The whole idea seems highly unnecessary. Don't you own the company your board sits on or whatever? Tell them to go fuck themselves." He actually laughs at my comment. A loud, throaty laugh that for some reason, feeds my soul. I'd do anything to hear it again. I made broody Beck Sinclair laugh. I want to do it over and over until his stomach hurts from laughter. Beck shakes his head at me, his eyes lingering on my returned smile. His attention to my lips has me absent-mindedly licking them. "While I've thought about doing that a million times, it's not something I can quite commit to. You see, I don't hold all the power when it comes to my company. No matter how much I want to. I've got to clean it up or I'll lose important investors. It's not a risk I'm willing to take." "What if I'm not willing to agree?" His teeth dig into his lip as he bites back a smile. He attempts to wipe the smile from his face by running his hand over his mouth, but it doesn't do much. When his hand falls back to his armrest, he still grins at me. "I can be very persuasive, Margo Moretti." Is Beckham Sinclair flirting with me? Am I into it? No. I can't be into it. I dated-loved-his brother for years. Bad, Margo. But god, with that grin on his face, it might feel so good to be so bad. I'm silent, still wondering in the back of my mind if this is some sort of joke. Am I on some sort of reality TV show where they play an epic prank? That's totally something Emma would sign me up for as a cruel joke. My eyes scan the office for any hints of hidden cameras. "So, I become your assistant, then your fiancée, and then have to go back to normal with my tail between my legs when you end our engagement after the year is over? Have everyone think you grew tired of me? No thank you, Beck. It's a no from me." "We could tell people you ended it. Whatever you want to say to them, I'll do it." The hurried way he gets out his words has me stoppin