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the guts to try wearing anything like what was in that box. Tonight, however, I would. For him.
     
    “You’ve been pretty tight-lipped about the whole Gavin thing,” Leslie observed. “Krissy told me last night that you really seem to like this guy. That true?”
     
    Leave it to Leslie to be that direct.
     
    I took a slow, deep breath and raised my head to meet her gaze. “I do.”
     
    Leslie grinned. “Good for you.” She started back towards her desk, then paused and looked over her shoulder at me. “I hope he’s as good in the sack as he looks.”
     
    “He’s better.” The words popped out of my mouth before I could think about them and I almost clapped a hand over my mouth.
     
    I wasn’t sure who looked more shocked, me or Leslie. Whichever one it was, she recovered first.
     
    “Looks like he’s really loosening you up.” She winked at me. “Careful. You’ll end up like me if you don’t watch out.”
     
    She didn’t wait for a response, which was good. I wasn’t sure how long it was going to take me to get over my mortification enough to speak. As it was, it took me nearly a full minute to be able to move again. I carefully folded the tissue paper back down and put the lid back on the box before setting it aside.
     
    I sank into my chair. I needed to focus. I couldn’t think about that or about why Gavin would want me to wear it. I still had half a day’s worth of work to do. That turned out to be easier said than done.
     
    It was difficult to sort through all of Howard’s women to make a list of all the ones who were known and cleared, then compile pictures of the ones who were, as of yet, still unidentified. Not the work itself, mind you, more like trying to pay attention to the details while my eyes kept being drawn back to that box sitting on the edge of my desk. I kept imagining what it would be like to feel that soft silk on my skin, how it was going to feel riding in a cab knowing what I was wearing beneath my skirt and blouse. Most of all, I tried to picture what Gavin’s reaction would be when he saw me in it.
     
    Somehow, despite my distractions, I managed to get my list made with fifteen minutes to spare. I was smiling as I printed out the papers. I was putting them into a folder when I heard my name.
     
    “Carrie.”
     
    I looked up to see Mimi standing in front of my desk. She held out a stack of papers. I took them automatically.
     
    “These notes need to be sorted and put into chronological order by first thing tomorrow morning. They’re essential to a meeting, so they’re your top priority.”
     
    She turned and walked away. It was no surprise that she didn’t bother to ask if I had plans for the night. No partner would ask a paralegal that, especially not a paralegal who was working her way through law school. We did the scut work because that was how everyone paid their dues. Being Mimi’s assistant just meant that it was her scut work I did rather than that of random associates. That also meant that when she needed me to stay late, I stayed late.
     
    I spread the notes out on my desk and sighed in frustration. Every one of them had Mimi’s barely legible handwriting and not a single one contained a date. The only way I was going to be able to tell chronological order would be to read them and put them together like a puzzle. It was going to take an hour at the very least.
     
    I began to work, using a highlighter to mark relevant portions that I could connect to other pieces. At least, that’s what I was trying to do. More than once, however, I found myself reading the same sentence over and over again.
     
    “See you tomorrow,” Leslie said as she passed. She grinned at me. “Unless you’re too worn out.”
     
    I rolled my eyes and managed not to blush. I tried to refocus, hoping I could quickly finish. Instead, my gaze kept sliding over to my phone, wondering if I should just call Gavin and tell him I was going to be late. But what if he decided