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I peered over his shoulder. “I don’t know.” Rifling through the papers, I shrugged. “It looks like stuff Pax brought home from the office. It’s probably useless, but feel free to see if anything is relevant to you.”
Hyper focused, Shane sorted the documents at lightning speed. It reminded me of the night I tattooed him, and he had a panic attack in my office. When I handed him a bottle of water from the kitchen, I noticed he’d taken a few photos with his phone.
“These need to be shredded; do you have a shredder?” Shane’s hands were shaky as he drank the water.
As I said, “yes,” Shane’s phone rang, and I sighed inwardly. He’d be called back to work and leave in a blink without looking back.
Shane barely got a word in because the woman on the other end of the phone spoke quickly without taking a breath. He nodded, even though she couldn’t see him.
“Actually, my firm had to shut its server down for maintenance, so I’m off today. Would that work for you?” He glanced at me. “Would you mind if I bring my assistant/boyfriend along? He helps me stay organized.” Shane’s ears turned pink. Hearing him refer to me as his boyfriend melted my insides.
Shane hung up and turned to me. “Don’t get cocky. I wasn’t going to call you ‘my sexy booty call,’ and you are a help to me. I won’t eat for the rest of the day if you don’t remind me, and I might forget the time and stay there all night.” He grumbled.
“No cockiness here. Promise.” I held up my hand in a pledge. “Where are we going, boss?”
It wasn’t my fault that my head took the casual reference of boyfriend as a statement of fact. Shane was mine, and I was his, even if he wasn’t ready to hear that yet.
“Madyson’s friend, Ashley, who owns a flower shop by the gallery. I should have asked you first.”
“There is nothing I’d rather do than spend the day with you. And getting to see you in genius Shane mode is a bonus.”
When he tried to argue, I insisted on going. Normal Shane was hot, but Shane using all his brain power to solve a problem was scorched-earth-burn-me-alive hot.
Ashley greeted us at the door, a petite bubbly blonde whose personality made her larger than life.
Her eyes dilated slightly at the sight of us. We were a good-looking pair with his lean, angular model look and my muscular, tattooed vibe. She talked nonstop while giving us a tour of the shop from the main customer displays, the workshop, coolers, and delivery area. Shane interrupted her several times since that was the only way he could ask a question.
This was exactly how Shane liked to work, getting all the information possible and then deciding for himself what was important. She had her computer set up and showed him where to find the files for inventory and invoices.
Before he dove in headfirst, I tugged his head back to look at me, “I’m going to bring you lunch in two-and-half hours, and you’re going to stop to eat.” I placed a quick kiss on his lips as he mumbled under his breath about my bossiness.
But he had a smile, and I knew he appreciated it.
While he worked, Ashley showed me the art of floral presentation, and I put together an arrangement for Shane based on the flowers he’d touched during our tour.
At one point, Shane cracked his neck, and I massaged his shoulders. His fingers continued to fly over the keyboard, but he did turn his face to kiss my hand. It was a slow day, so Ashley closed her shop early, and I agreed to call her when Shane was done.
Shane pushed back from his chair flexing his fingers. “I’m almost done.” His eyes swung around to take in the night sky outside. “Is everyone gone?”
“Just you and me, baby.” I inserted myself in a kneeling position between his legs. “What can I do to help?”
“I think I need a mental break for a few minutes.” His breath hitched as I ran my palms up his thighs to bracket his cock.
“I know just the thing, Pretty Boy.” I bent to kiss his hard cock through his pants then sat up and said, “A quiz on all the characters inThe Way of Kings.”
He shoved at me, but his chair rolled back and his laughter filled the space. “You tease.”
He pretended to accuse me, but I was drunk on the happiness in his voice. It had been too long since I’d seen him so relaxed and ready for fun outside of the bedroom.
“Do you need an incentive to finish?” I spun his chair, and he lifted his foot and cast, so it rotated in a few circles.
“Are you going to make me dizzy and take advantage of me?”
“I’d like to think you’re willing.” I pushed his chair, so it skidded across the room. “But if not, here’s your chance to escape my deviant clutches.”
“Hmmm.” Shane brought his index finger to his jaw as if thinking while his foot propelled the chair back in my direction. “Deviant clutches sounds so scary. However, would I survive if I fell prey to them?”
“I know CPR.” I backed away, making Shane chase me in a one-legged zigzag since he couldn’t move in a straight line.