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Milo Jones is young enough that he’s fanboying over his own teammates. Got it.

He lowkey reminds me of Rio stop

His calloused hand circles my throat. Light pressure. Warm skin. “You were right.”

I attempt to hide my moan. “About what?”

“My hand.” His eyes appraisingly assess my neck. “It does make an awfully pretty necklace.”

She eyes them, head cocking to the side. “They’d make a beautiful necklace, don’t you think?”
/My boss just told me she thinks my hand would look pretty around her throat, and I couldn’t agree more.

“Don’t put ideas in my head,” I warn. “And don’t flirt with me, Remington. We’re at work and I’m your employee.”

“Just reminding you that two can play that game,”

Miller lifts a single yet knowing brow. Should I call her Mommy? she silently mouths

BAHAH I LOVE MILLER

NOOO REESE U COULD AHVE FIRED HIM HE BASICALLY BEGGED U TO

I slightly shake my head against his. “Don’t tell me what to do.”

“Reese.”

“Emmett, you work for me.”

He hesitates for a moment, but there’s no mistaking the conviction or desperation in his next words.

“Fire me.”

“Me: Great. When is that over? I’ll be the one taking you home.”

AYYY MONTY DONT PLAYY

I go to move away, to create some distance between us, when Emmett grabs my hip to stop me. He flexes his fingertips, curling them into the softness of my belly and keeping me exactly where I am.
“Stay.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

His head drops to mine, his beard tickling the skin at the back of my neck when he breathes a laugh.
“Emmett, we shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Stay anyway.”

EMMETT.

“Lose the blanket, Reese, and come here.”

OH GIRL I WOULD MF’ING CRAWLLL

THEY’RE SHARING A BED EEKEKK