Page 11 of Unleashed

My dick hardens almost immediately. Both because of the snarl on her face and because I know how she sounds when she comes.

Not wanting her to know how much she affects me, I angle a brow, looking bored. “Can I help you?”

Maybe she’s here to yell at me about what happened between us on Saturday. If I play my cards right, I might be able to turn another fight into another fuck. And Ruth didn’t say anything about not fornicating in my office. Just her bathrooms. So, I’d probably be in the clear.

Just thinking about fucking Maren across the sofa where I’ve slept more than a few nights has my blood heating.

“You know what that fucker has done now?”

Her question throws me off, because it doesn’t sound like her anger is directed my way. “What fucker?”

“The temp you hired for my old job.” She is clearly fucking outraged, eyes blazing, cheeks flushed.

It is unreasonably sexy.

“That supply room is a fucking shit show. I can’t find anything in there because he just shoves crap wherever it lands.” She gestures around my office. “You’re probably out of everything, because I’m pretty sure he’s not checking anyone’s stock.”

“Ruth handles my office supplies.” She manages every aspect of my working life, right down to the toilet paper and tooth flossers in my private bathroom. She’s only been here a few months, and already I would be lost without her. Would probably spontaneously combust from the panic and overwhelm.

Maren rolls her eyes. “Of course she does. She’s your work mom.”

That has my brows lifting. “My, what?”

“Your work mom. She takes care of everything for you.” Maren straightens, crossing both arms over her chest. “Probably wipes your ass too.”

“I’m more than capable of wiping my own ass.” I’m still not quite picking up the rest of what she’s putting down though. “And Ruth isn’t my work mom. She’s my assistant. Just like you’re Brooke’s.”

And I’m not bitter about that at all. Maren would have been a terrible assistant to me. We would have fought all day long.

And maybe ended up fucking way earlier than we did. She also wouldn’t leave to go hang out with Tucker on her lunch break. She’d probably sit at her desk and glare through the open doorway at me, snarling any time our eyes met.

I’d have to jack off during my lunch break.

Maren laughs. “I don’t make Brooke snacks or put her in timeout when she misbehaves.”

I open my mouth to argue, but it just ends up hanging there, because that sort of is what Ruth does. In addition to lecturing me when I’ve been an ass and texting me to make sure I go to bed on time.

I always lie to her about that, but she’ll never know.

“What exactly do you want me to do about the temp?” I circle back, because I don’t really want to dig into the way Ruth treats me. It works, and that’s all that matters.

“I want you to get rid of him and hire someone new.” Maren lifts her chin, continuing with her demand. “Preferably someone with organizational skills who doesn’t smoke pot outside by the dumpsters every two hours.”

Hiring another temp is the last thing I need to worry about right now, but she’s right. I can’t have an employee under the influence during work hours, and the supply room needs to be maintained. “Fine. I’ll call the agency.”

Maren blinks at me. “Oh.” Both arms drop to her sides. “Okay.” She seems to deflate a little. “Great.”

I lift both brows at her as she continues standing there, seemingly dumbfounded over my agreement with her demand. “Is there something else you want to yell at me about?”

“Probably.” She flips her hair. “But I don’t want to waste my whole lunch hour staring at your face.”

I might’ve thrown her off for a second by agreeing to her demand, but Maren recovers quickly, getting back to her usual self, giving me shit and shooting daggers with her eyes. There’s something addictive about pissing her off. I don’t know why I enjoy it so much. It’s like a hit of a drug I know I’ll come back for. Every single time.

I should probably be out by the dumpsters with the temp.

Maren spins away, the glossy shine of her dark hair catching in the overhead light as she exits my office.

And I can’t resist the temptation she presents.