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were deep inside her apartment complex. Then she realized that the driver must have known what was going on behind him and had continued driving. She blushed.
    “Well,” she said briskly, gathering her panties and stuffing them into in her purse, “great meeting, people . Let's have a four pm stand-up to discuss this further tomorrow.”
    Neither of them laughed, but Chet smiled, and mercifully the limo pulled up outside her apartment. Maddy didn't even wait for the driver to come around. She kicked open the door and bailed.
     
    *
     
    At ten thirty the next morning, Madeline Marcos found herself staring blearily at her supervisor and trying not to think about the night before. Her head felt like it had been stuffed with cotton balls. Cotton balls with hidden thumbtacks inside them. She'd barely managed to get Rick's stupid presentation done before his stupid meeting—and it was too bad she didn't get extra credit for being still tipsy—and now she had to listen to him drone on and on about the budget for their current project. They were over, of course. They were always over. And yet it somehow took an hour and a half each week for Rick to tell them this.
    Maddy stifled a yawn and shifted in her seat.
    Mistake. The soreness in her ass and pussy shot up her spine, eliciting a wince. It was as though her body was reminding her—pointedly—that she had had the fuck of her life last night and it had been the greatest lay she would ever have. It was all downhill from here. No more hot billionaires cumming on her tits and in her ass. No more Maddy sandwiches. Just plain old boring sex. And a thousand boring meetings about budgets. Never again would a meeting be as exciting as the accidental meeting she'd had last night. Especially not if Rick remained her boss.
    Maddy yawned again just as a knock came on the conference room door.
    Rick looked annoyed and snapped, “Yes, what is it?” at poor Jennifer, the receptionist for their department, as she poked her head around the door.
    “Sorry,” she said, “but Maddy has an urgent call.”
    “Can't it wait?” Rick said.
    Jennifer bit her lip. “I don' think so. It's from Mr. Lake.”
    A whisper raced around the room, and Maddy stared at Jennifer, shock ricocheting through her system. She was used to guys not calling her the day after. Hell, she was used to guys pretending they'd never met her before after getting laid, since no one wanted anyone to know he'd banged 'the fat chick.' Maddy told herself she didn't want anyone to know she'd banged 'that douche' whenever something like that happened, but it still hurt. And Sam Lake? She wouldn't have expected him to even remember her name, even if she had been a size zero with a face like Salma Hayek.
    “Well?” Rick said. “Don't keep him waiting!”
    Maddy shot him an irritated glance. If her mother had been dying, Rick would have begrudged her the call, but since it was from the CEO, well! Mustn't keep him waiting.
    Still, any port in a storm. Maddy stood and tottered out of the conference room, trying not to keel over and have a hangover-induced stroke as she walked as quickly as she could to her desk. Taking a deep breath, she picked up the phone and tried to ignore the fact that every ear in the office was listening in.
    “ Maddy Marcos,” she chirped.
    “ Maddy ,” Sam replied, and the way he said her name sent heat curling down her spine. “You left something behind last night.”
    Her heart hammered in her chest. “Did I, sir?”
    He chuckled. “You did. A pair of nylons?”
    “Oh.” That was what he wanted to talk about? “Just... throw them out. I don't think they're in the best condition anyway,” she said, then she realized what that had sounded like, both to Sam and to her busybody coworkers.
    “Oh?” She could tell he was smiling. “I noticed. We weren't very careful with them yesterday, but I thought we might meet up over lunch and see if we could find... another use for them.”
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