When I open my door again, Pepper runs in and steals my wet panties, snagging them from the floor.
“No! Pepper, wait!” I yell as she rushes into the living room with my panties firmly jammed in her jaws.
I stumble after her, catching her … not in time.
Because TJ is standing there with a cup of coffee in his hand, gazing at the dog in my hands and the piece of fabric stuck between her teeth.
He bursts out into laughter at the sight of me rolling on the carpet with a dog. “I’m sorry, that’s the funniest shit I’ve seen in days.”
Clutching the dog, I frown at him. “Are you drinking coffee?”
“Yeah, made myself a cup. Want one too?”
“Seriously?” I ask, crawling up from the floor. “Do you always snoop through people’s kitchen?”
He shrugs. “Well, since we were already partly going third base, I thought I might as well make myself at home.”
I almost choke on my breath. “Third base?”
I takes a sip. “You know I saw you staring at my chest, right? That constitutes to eye-fucking.”
“I was not staring. And Jesus, eye-fucking? No. Letting my eyes roam free? Maybe. That’s a whole different thing.”
“Uh no,” I say, trying to lie my way through this.
“Right …” He slurps again, and then zooms in on the dog in my arms. “Is that …”
Shit. I forgot.
I snatch the panties out of her mouth and hide them behind my back. “Paper.”
“Paper …” he repeats, raising a brow as he slurps on his coffee. “Odd.”
I turn around and saunter back into the bedroom, pretending nothing happened, but his words make me cringe.
“I could swear I saw some fringe … from, you know, something that looks like … panties.”
I throw them on my bed and quickly shut the door. “You saw nothing,” I say.
The irrevocable smirk on his face is infuriating. “Right.”
“You keep saying that …”
“Because you just keep pretending there’s nothing happening, even when there is.”
“It’s called management. You should know that, considering your job function.”
“No, it’s called avoiding.” He takes another sip of his coffee. “And I do none of that, especially when it comes to you.”
Fuck. That comment really makes my pussy clench, but I won’t let myself be caught off guard by my own damn horniness. Definitely not with him.
He’s my boss, for crying out loud.
Things should be … professional, between us.
I raise my brow at him drinking his coffee like nobody’s business. “Want one too?” he asks after a while.
“Well, since you’re offering so nicely … why yes, thank you,” I say, with a sarcastic smile, which makes him smile back even harder.
“I’ll make you some.”
“From my own machine. In my own house.”
“Semantics, Lesley!” he calls out from the kitchen, making me roll my eyes.