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made my blood boil. And if it happened this one time, it would happen again. Hell, I’d even done the job well. That meant my boss was likely to decide I was his fucking go-to girl, and before I knew it, I’d find myself standing inside his bedroom holding his robe and slippers while he fucked his girlfriend.
    Nope. This was not the life I signed on for. And I wouldn’t lower myself to this level.
    Except I’d made a commitment, and I also wasn’t the type of girl to turn tail and run when the going got tough. So, I had to finish this day, see this through. Today and the next two weeks in my notice when I gave it.
    But this last item on the list was so far-fetched, I hesitated.
    Gifts by Julia .
    I was familiar with Gifts by Julia. Everyone was. The name of the store was simply a pseudonym for a high-end sex shop.
    Again, I was not a prude, but I also hadn’t ever been to a sex shop. Nor had I intended to enter one anytime soon. So, the thought of making this last stop made my stomach roil.
    Cade Alexander was an asshole. It was confirmed. Whoever he was fucking later tonight in a luxurious candlelit dinner with roses and jewelry and lingerie and prawns and goddamn fuzzy handcuffs could have him. I had lost my interest.
    I turned my mind off as I made my way through the outskirts of Atlanta until I arrived at my last destination. I held my head high, although glancing around to make sure no one saw me, and entered the store without allowing myself to consider the implications of this stop. I prayed like the other places I’d been, the clerk would hand me a bag and I would never be remotely privy to the contents.
    Luckily there were no patrons at that particular hour, and the man working the counter looked up and did the hard work for me. “You here for Mr. Alexander?”
    Shocked and relieved, I nodded my head.
    The guy handed me a black bag with a grin. He waggled his eyebrows in a way that did not even make me flinch anymore. And when he said “enjoy” as I left the store without uttering a word, I did so without vomiting all over his floor.
    Yep. Cade Alexander was a dick. A complete asshole of the largest variety known to man. And now I had to drive to his house and deposit the implements of his sickness inside. I would have to go to his kitchen and put several items in the refrigerator.
    I would not, however, breathe while I was inside. I no longer had any interest in knowing what his world smelled like. I would not allow myself to glance anywhere unnecessary. My absurd infatuation with Cade Alexander was over. Done. Complete.
    And after I gave my two weeks’ notice, I would also kindly turn down any requests that came from the seventh floor. If Moriah or any other employee wanted to utilize my services for the next two weeks, so be it. But I wasn’t about to face the owner of Alexander Technologies ever again.

Chapter Three

    What I did not expect, because it never once the entire day occurred to me, was that Cade Alexander would actually be in his home when I arrived. Even more to my shock was the fact that he was the one to open the front door when I knocked.
    I wasn’t at all sure who was going to be home at the time, but I assumed some cleaning crew or a maid or a butler or even a dog sitter. Not Mr. Alexander himself.
    I stood frozen in my spot outside his front door, my hands laden with his sick gatherings. The fact that I’d insisted on making only one trip from the car was utter insanity. And now I stood burdened by his wares, speechless and angrier than I could ever remember feeling.
    Mr. Alexander smiled. The asshole actually smiled. “You’re fast. I thought it would take you longer than that.”
    I made no comment while he flung the door wider, grabbed the cooler from my arms and several bags that were hanging from my fingers, and turned to pad deeper into his home. “Come on. Follow me.”
    I found my voice fast. “If it’s all the same to you, sir, I’ll just leave these things and be