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    Walking into work feels different today. I know it’s because I’ll be seeing her again and that she’s my intern. And knowing that she’s completely off limits.
    I’m already in my office logging in reports when a soft knock is at my door.
    “Come in,” I answer without looking up. I vaguely see her out of the corner of my eye. She’s not in her Grandma-wear, but she’s dressed appropriately for an office job—black, sleek skirt and a red shirt. I vaguely take in her shirt, noticing it reveals much more skin than before.
    “Good morning, Mr. Leighton,” she says confidently. I finally look up and curse myself immediately for doing so. Getting a better view of her, I notice her clothes are clung tight to her, showing off every curve and her taut nipples. She’s smiling ear to ear and resting her hands in front of her.
    “Good morning, Miss West. Welcome.”
    “Thank you.” She smiles at me, and I swallow. “Oh, I forgot to say thank you for this opportunity. I’m absolutely grateful.”
    “Sure, well, you deserve it,” I reply kindly.
    “Oh, and please call me Ceci. I mean if that’s okay,” she stammers nervously.
    “Ceci?” I raise an eyebrow.
    She giggles, and it nearly kills me. That sound. The sound of her laugh is probably the best sound I’ve ever heard.
    “Yeah…” she begins shifting back and forth on her feet, “it’s a nickname,” she explains. “My younger brother couldn’t pronounce my name when he was a toddler and ended up calling me Ceci. And well, it’s just stuck all these years, I guess.”
    “Sounds good. Ceci it is.” I roll her name with my tongue, and it feels so good…as if I could say her name over and over again.
    “What would you like me to do? Do you have some kind of list or agenda that you’d like me to follow? A schedule perhaps?”
    That was supposed to be on my to-do list last night. Shit.
    “Well, first. Do you know how to operate a coffee maker?” I grin.
    She gives me a confused expression, and I’m afraid I might have scared her off already.
    I smile and grab my wallet out of my back pocket. “Never mind. There’s a Starbucks one block west from here. I’ll take a dark coffee, two sugars. And whatever you’d like.” I hand her my company credit card and her hand briefly grazes mine before taking it.
    “Absolutely, sir. I’ll be right back.” She spins on her heel and is out the door in ten seconds flat.
    While she’s gone, I try to think of things she can do when she returns, so I don’t feel like a goddamn babysitter, but it’s so hard to concentrate when all I can think of are her damn legs.
    Note: No allowing skirts at work.
    On second thought…
    Only short skirts allowed.

Chapter Four
    Bentley
     
    I WAIT IMPATIENTLY until she walks back in, sashaying her hips with ease. She gently places my coffee on my desk and smiles up at me.
    Now what do I fucking do with her?
    Shit…there’s a lot I’d like to do with her.
    “Dark coffee, two sugars, sir.”
    “Thank you,” I breathe out. I give my attention back to my computer, hoping she’ll take the hint and leave.
    “Sir?” Her voice cracks. “Where would you like me?”
    My jaw twitches at the innuendo she’s just put in my head. I try not to stare at her, but the way her soft, pink lips are perking up at me makes it hard to tear my eyes away.
    “I’ve made a list—you can start with that,” I respond coldly. She doesn’t deserve it, but I need to remind myself of the situation we’re in currently.
    Boss.
    Intern.
    Off limits.
    She inches closer to grab the list from my hand, slowly brushing her fingers over my knuckles. She keeps eye contact with me the entire time, completely pissing me off. This girl wasn’t a scared little intern, and she wasn’t intimidated by my authority. Hell, I bet she even takes charge in the bedroom.
    “You can go now,” I toss out.
    This girl was either messing with me, or completely oblivious to the way she