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He stiffened and pulled back to look at me.

“Kidding. I was kidding.” I pecked his lips. “Watch you. I think I’d actually enjoy that.”

His face relaxed somewhat. So I continued the game with a real question. Lightly scratching my nails down his back, I said, “Office memo or PDA?”

His response was quick. “PDA.”

“What kind?”

He brushed his lips sweetly against mine. “Like this.”

“Mmm…show me again.”

“This is fast becoming my favorite game.”

“Mine too.”

I could spend all day doing this, but there were more pressing would you rather questions to attend to.

When our kiss broke, I asked, “Give or receive first?”

He grinned, but I didn’t give him a chance to respond. Instead, I lowered my head down his body.

Receive.

Chapter 28

REESE

Chase wasn’t exactly good at following the script.

The next day we traveled to the office together early, as had become our habit lately. Only this time, after picking up our coffee, we rode the elevator together up to Parker Industries. I was acutely aware of his hand on my back as we exited. Even though it felt comfortable and natural to have him touching me, doing it in the office felt strange. And it wasn’t a monumental gesture, by any means. In fact, this morning we’d discussed that we were going to avoid any public displays of affection until after I spoke to Josh. So I was pretty sure Chase wasn’t doing it intentionally.

I owed my boss a certain amount of respect and wanted to let him know what was going on before Chase and I completely came out of the closet, so to speak. The plan was that I would talk to Josh this morning, and then Chase and I would go out to lunch together alone. We could be touchy-friendly, in a way more than a typical boss-employee relationship, but there would be no statement PDA. Or so I thought.

After I’d settled into my office, Travis found me in the break room making my oatmeal for breakfast.

“Morning, sexy,” he flirted.

I opened the microwave, removed my bowl, and stirred the oats. “Hi, Travis.”

“When are you going to let me make you breakfast?”

I extended the bowl in his direction. “You want to stir my Quaker Oats?”

“At my place. The morning after. I make a mean eggs over easy.”

“I think your pickup lines need some work.”

Travis leaned his hip against the counter next to me. “Oh yeah? Tell me what you like. I’ll work on my game.”

“Well, for starters, we don’t like you to assume we want to have sex with you. So opening with a line regarding the morning after is definitely a no-no.”

“So what’s a good opening line?”

“How about something real? Complimenting something you actually like about the person.”

Travis’s eyes dropped to my breasts, and he grinned. “I can do that.”