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His face erupts into a cocky grin, and I want to smack it... and sit on it.

As much as Calvin Connors is a womanizing, self-entitled, rich prick who I can’t stand, even I can admit he’s hot.

A shame he’s my boss and wouldn’t know his way around a woman’s body if it hit him in the face.

The man’s mantra is to pump and dump, and after hearing that in the break room, I had to refrain from dumping my coffee over his head.

His chocolate eyes meet mine as he sits back in his chair, crossing his arms over his muscular chest.

Of course he has to be sculptured within an inch of his life, anything but perfection has no place alongside Calvin.

I almost want to roll my eyes at the thought.

The women he “pumps and dumps” are like real-life Barbies: tanned to a particular shade of bronze that borders on orange, not a blemish on their made-up faces, and their hair so blonde the sunlight reflects off it, almost blinding you.

I wonder if I’d be entitled to some form of workplace compensation if I made a claim for that.

“You’re not immune to me, after all.”

His words snap me out of my thoughts. “I’m sorry. What did you just say?”

He gestures toward me with an open palm. “You can’t claim sexual harassment in the workplace if you came onto me first.” His eyebrows furrow, and even I can admit the look of confusion on his face is cute.

I reel back and my eyes roam over his face, scanning it for any signs of sincerity. He’s joking, right?

“You said I was hot.” He clarifies, exposing his straight pearly whites.

I can’t help the jolt that rushes through me. “Ew! You think I’m into you?” Wow, he is deluded. Maybe I should call someone, after all. I glance toward the door.

“Everyone is into me.”

I can’t help the scoff that bubbles in my throat, causing me to snort, and when I chance a look at Calvin, his jaw has sharpened and his eyes have narrowed.

“Calvin, honey. I really think you need to get yourself home, jerk off or something. Hell, treat yourself and order one of those bimbos and do your thing. It might make you feel better, because I can assure you, you’ve lost your damn mind if you think I’m even remotely attracted to you.”

His jaw tics and the vein in his temple pulsates, making me wonder if I went a little too far. So instead of sticking around and getting my ass fired, I snatch up the files from his desk and beeline toward the door.

But maybe I should take some of my own advice and get laid tonight too. I bite into my lip as a smile forms on my face; I know the exact app to use tonight.

Oblivion.