Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 93387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
I blew out a breath, deciding what I needed was a good, brisk walk. Except, looking out the window, I saw the clouds had moved in and it was threatening rain. I shook out my arms, looking around for something to do. Anything to stay busy. Now that I had the office organized, I was always looking for things to occupy myself when Bane didn’t need me.
I did a few jumping jacks, trying to get rid of my tension. Then I decided to turn my efforts to the storage area behind my desk. It was the last thing requiring my attention out here. I planned to work on Bane’s office while he was gone. His supply cabinet was a disaster, although he insisted he knew where everything was.
I liked music when I cleaned, and it wasn’t allowed to be played at any volume, so I slipped in my earbuds so I could listen as loud as I liked, locked the outer office door, and set the timer for an hour and a half. I would see what I could accomplish, tidy up, and be busy at my desk by the time Bane came back. I’d save the major mess for when he was gone.
Pleased with my decision, I opened the doors and started. I sorted through the top shelf, rolling my eyes at the things I found. Empty cartridges, supplies for the 3-D printer, folded boxes with no use. Whoever had filled in after Bane’s assistant had left simply piled things up behind closed doors.
I was deep into organization mode when it happened. My back was to the door, and suddenly, I felt someone behind me. Before I could turn, a hand covered my mouth, and without thinking, I spun and kneed my attacker in the groin.
They fell like a dead tree in a forest. I heard the grunt of pain, even with my earbuds playing.
I felt my eyes widen as I took in the immobile form on the floor. I pulled out my buds, gasping.
“Bane?”
BANE
The last thing I expected to find when I returned from the meeting early was the outer door to be locked. Wondering if Myers had left, I used my key and entered, shutting the door behind me. I looked around at the mess behind her desk.
“Myers, what on earth are you doing?”
There was no response, although I could see and hear her. She was singing along—badly—with whatever music she had playing. A folded box flew over her shoulder, and she stepped off the little ladder, coming out of the small area. She tilted her head, studying her handiwork, and nodded in seeming satisfaction. Then she shimmied her hips, her shoulders moving as she danced to the beat of a song she obviously liked. I leaned against the wall, mesmerized, enjoying the show. She had no idea I was there, and she moved freely, making little noises as she grooved. It was sexy, funny, and much too tempting.
I snuck up behind her, covering her mouth with my hand to muffle the startled scream I expected. She jumped, but before I could pluck out one of her earbuds, she reacted.
She spun, lifting her knee and catching my groin. Luckily, it wasn’t a hard contact, but given the fact that my dick was already traumatized and still recovering, it was bad enough that I dropped with a low groan. Instantly, she gasped, yanking out her earbuds and kneeling beside me. “Bane?”
“Jesus,” I gasped. “Who did you expect?”
“Oh no,” she wailed. “Not your dick again.”
“Must you keep trying to kill him?” I muttered.
“You snuck up behind me! I thought I was under attack!”
“By whom? An office-supply thief?”
“I didn’t know!”
“I called, but you were too busy dancing and shaking your hips to hear me,” I snapped. “I could hear your music blaring.”
“Whatever,” she replied.
I narrowed my eyes.
“I’ll get ice.”
She scampered away, back into the supply area, and I heard her open the fridge in there. I sat up, leaning against the desk, and she raced back, tripping over the boxes scattered on the floor, falling. I grabbed at her, lifting my legs, catching her arms to break her fall. But she came down anyway, landing face first in my already tender lap. It wasn’t as painful as her knee, but it still made me groan.
She looked up, embarrassed. “I got your ice.”
And the door opened, Jessica walking in. I looked up, panicked. Myers stared at her.
“I kneed him in the nuts. I’m trying to help him feel better.”
The words hung in the air, and Myers scrambled to sit upright. “I mean, I was getting ice! I fell onto his dick—his lap, I mean. His dick is already sore. I mean—”
Jessica held up her hand. She looked between us, and I had a sense of déjà vu floating in my head. My hands on Myers’s breasts. HR showing up. Now, her head on my lap, and once again, HR was witness to it.