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could attract men. Either way, I couldn’t have that in my office. This was strictly business.
    Or so that’s what I’m trying to tell myself.
    “You can use the office across from mine for now. Mr. Baumann doesn’t come in on Saturdays,” I add before she turns on her heel and walks out. She needs to be far away from me right now.
    I grab my coffee and bring it to my mouth. The smell on the lid grabs my attention before I take a sip. I bring it up to my nose and smell her scent—a mixture of fruity lip-gloss and expensive shampoo—as if she took a sip of my coffee first.
    I instantly adjust my pants at the thought of her lips on my coffee lid. It’s an innocent gesture, but smelling the scent and imagining where I’d want those perfect, warm lips is anything, but innocent.
    I bury my head in case files all morning. Leighton Enterprises is a full-round corporation, meaning we do many things under the same scope. We investigate criminal cases and report our findings. We also report on major murder cases in the US, such as the case of Caylee Anthony. Leighton Enterprises worked day and night on that one, keeping up with new information and building reports from it.
    Often, the police reports are included in the cases we receive, but sometimes they go missing or aren’t filled out accurately. It then becomes our job to try to fill in the missing gaps to write a full, thorough story.
    I became interested in criminology after a huge murder flooded the headlines when I was seventeen. My dad worked night and day on that case, making sure to keep up with the news and report anything new that came in. To be the first to report it and to update it added to the Leighton Enterprises’ name. We pride ourselves on being accurate and efficient—all while being number one.
    Unfortunately, all we could report was case updates and news from the investigation—the case was never solved. It’s one of the biggest unsolved cases in Nebraska.
    I shuffle through files sitting on my desk and don’t notice that my office door is opening. She walks in with ease, smiling as she walks up to my desk.
    “Yes?” I snarl, not making eye contact with her.
    “I’m all done,” she replies simply. “What else can I do for you? Is there anything maybe…” she pauses, biting down on her lower lip, “more challenging that I can do?” Her voice is higher as she anticipates my response.
    I look down at my desk pretending to stack papers and smirk at how her innocent questions suddenly sound dirty in my head.
    “Well…what can you do, Miss West?” I clear my throat. “I mean Ceci. I know you have high achievements, so you tell me. What do you want to learn?” I look up at her this time and watch her squirm at my words.
    She grins and steps closer. “What can you teach me?”
    I adjust my pants again—my damn cock can’t behave. This girl is a twenty-one-year-old naïve college student, and I’m her boss, I remind my cock, but it does nothing to tame itself.
    “Are you okay?” she asks leaning over my desk to where my hand is trying to hide the tent I’m now sporting.
    “For someone so well-educated, you’re sure a curious little thing,” I respond nervously trying to get her eyes off my junk.
    She giggles.
    She actually fucking giggles.
    “Sorry, sir. It’s just…you look very uncomfortable. Like you’re trying to scratch your skin off or something.”
    “Excuse me?” My eyes meet hers.
    “Oh, shit.” She covers her mouth with her hand. “I’m so sorry. That was really inappropriate.” I can tell she’s still smiling.
    I pull my chair back and stand up, towering over her tiny size. “I think it’s best you go home for the day.”
    She checks her watch quick before speaking. “It’s not even noon, sir. Please, I’m so sorry. It’ll never happen again. I really want to be here. Just tell me what to do. Anything. I’ll do it.”
    I sit back down and think about her request. She looks at me pleadingly and like the