“Nina, could you come in here for a moment, please?” I shout toward the open door of my office. “I need you to . . . uh . . . file some stuff for me. Right away.”

It’s the flimsiest of pretexts for getting her in here, but I just can’t help myself. The past week has been intoxicating. I can’t be without her. I feel like I need to be near her.

She pokes her head around the door, a knowing smile playing on her lips. “What was that, boss? I didn’t quite hear you.”

I roll my eyes at her. “I’ve got all this important filing I need done,” I say. “It’s very urgent stuff.”

She comes in and closes the door behind her, a small smile on her full, kissable lips.

“Very urgent, huh?” She whistles, looking at my conspicuously uncluttered desk. “This is the third set of ‘filing’ you’ve asked me to do today, Brock. Can’t you come up with something a bit more imaginative? People are going to start getting suspicious.”

“I can’t help it,” I say. “My brain just doesn’t seem to work right when you’re around. You’re the most distracting assistant I’ve ever had. I thought assistants were supposed to make your life easier, not more complicated.”

She sits on the edge of my desk, and my eyes are drawn to her shapely legs.

“You hired me. Maybe you should learn how to be a little more professional at work?” She’s teasing me.

“Hmm . . . Maybe. But it’s going to be learning process. You can’t expect me to get it in one day.”

I stand and step around to her side of the desk, and she watches my every movement. I can see the desire in her eyes—she wants this just as much as I do. She’s having just as much trouble focusing at work as I am. I know it.

I sweep the papers off my desk, and they flutter satisfyingly to the ground. “I always wanted to do that,” I say with a chuckle.

She giggles as I lay her down on the desk. “Ooooh, big bossy boss. Doing boss things. I love it.”

I hike up her skirt, exposing her black, lacy panties, and my breath catches in my throat.

“Fuck, you look sexy today,” I growl. “I’ve definitely got a lot of filing I’ll need done.”

“File away,” she says.

I lean down and kiss her, growing hard as I press myself into her. She groans and arches her back, rubbing herself against me. I run my hands through her hair and nibble on her upper lip—I know that it drives her wild, and I’m not disappointed.

Nina shudders with pleasure, her hands pulling me down and fumbling with my zipper. I reach down to help her, desperate to feel her hands wrapped around my eager cock.

I’m so wrapped up in her that I’ve completely forgotten we’re in my office, at work. So when the door suddenly opens behind me, I whirl around in a panic.

Nina yelps in shock and hurriedly sits up, pulling her skirt down.

My heart sinks.

It’s Dean.

Fuck.

He’s looking at the two of us, eyes flicking from one to the other, and his expression is inscrutable.

“Hi,” he says. “I was looking for you Nina, and someone outside said you’d be in here.”

“Hi, Dean,” she says, trying to keep her voice level.

He stands there, stone-faced, while his sister and I smooth down our clothes and try to look presentable. She appears vaguely panicked, and I just feel . . . well, I don’t know what I feel. It’s all going to depend on how he reacts.

“I thought I would pay you a surprise visit,” Dean says. “Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea.”

“No, don’t be stupid,” I tell him. “I’ve got a spare hour. Do you want to go grab some lunch with me?”

He shoots me a glare.

Fuck, he’s pissed. Guess I shouldn’t be surprised.

“Actually, I think I need a little private time with my sister, Brock. I’m sure you won’t mind if I borrow her for the rest of the day?”

His expression tells me that ‘no’ is not going to be an acceptable answer. And besides, I can hardly turn him down. He’s just seen us making out on my desk, so I can’t exactly claim we’ve got some pressing deadline to meet.

“Sure, Dean, that’s cool,” I say as calmly as I can. “I’ll, uh, leave you guys to it. Nina, you can take the rest of the day off. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Nina throws me an apologetic glance and then a wink as I turn to leave. I close the door to my office behind me and let out a deep breath.

I’ve been wondering how to broach the topic of mine and Nina’s relationship with Dean for a while, but I really didn’t want him to find out like this.

I guess things are just going to be awkward as fuck between Dean and me for a little while. I can deal with that as long as he doesn’t turn into some sort of protector over his little sister.

The trouble with Dean is he’s always been a little old-fashioned. And when their parents died, he moved easily into the father-figure role. He’s never really gotten out of that mindset.

I’ll have to tread carefully going forward, or I could risk losing one of my oldest friends.

I make my way to the break room and start to brew some coffee, deep in thought. As I stand there thinking, my phone vibrates. My heart sinks as I see who the text is from.

Rosa.

I put the phone back into my pocket with disgust. I do not have time for Rosa’s bullshit right now.