It’s official. I’ve reverted back to my childhood ways.

When I was in kindergarten, I had this crush on Sandy Harman. She was the prettiest girl in my class. And, of course, like any other five-year-old who had a crush on a girl, I was mean to her. Pulled her pigtails, stole her juice box at lunch—that kind of thing.

Well, I’m reduced back to the days of Sandy Harman, except it’s with Morgan now.

She might be hotter than the sun, but she’s also the devil.

The next day after our argument, I was willing to be civil—until I get rid of her, that is. But Morgan apparently wasn’t on the same lines as me.

We had a morning meeting with finance. And then she accidentally stood on my foot on the way out of the conference room.

And she just happened to be wearing a pair of five-inch Louboutin heels.

Forget the fact that those are some serious come-fuck-me shoes, and in any other circumstances, I’d be lusting over her in those shoes.

But, if you’ve never had a five-inch stiletto heel drive its way into your foot, well, let me just tell you how much it hurts. A fuck of a lot.

A week later, I still have the bruise on my foot to prove it.

Let’s just say, I was pissed off after that little incident. So, I might have replaced that powdered milk shit that she puts in her coffee with confectioners sugar.

The sound of her choking and spluttering in the kitchen was the highlight of my day.

Well, until I came into work the next day and found that someone had changed the password on my computer, locking me out of my own damn PC. It didn’t take long for IT to sort it out, but it was more the inconvenience that pissed me off.

I only wish I were there to hear all the calls she must be receiving about the ad for the used vibrator, free to a good home, that had been listed on Craigslist yesterday with her name and number.

I know I’m an ass, but she deserves it.

I’ll take the ad down after this morning’s staff meeting. I reckon a day of annoying phone calls is enough payback for locking me out of my computer.

Maybe, if I’d put as much effort into coming up with a plan to get her out of here as I did with playing stupid pranks on her, then she might have been on her way out the door by now.

Morgan’s cell lights up with a call on the table in front of her. That’s the third time her phone has gone off since the meeting started forty minutes ago.

She sighs and reaches over, canceling the call.

I stifle a laugh.

Fuck, I love Craigslist.

I focus back on my mom’s voice. She’s saying something about this year’s targets.

I was originally leading this morning’s meeting, but somehow, my mom ended up taking over, so I took the only available seat, which was next to Morgan.

My parents officially retired last week. But they’ve both been in the office every day for one reason or another. I know it has nothing to do with thinking that Morgan and I aren’t capable of running the company—even if, at the moment, that’s questionable, as we can barely hold a conversation without throwing barbs at each other. But I know it’s because my parents are finding it hard to let go.

Her phone goes off again, and I can’t help but lean close to her and whisper in her ear, “You should probably get that. You don’t want to miss out on a potential sale.”

She makes a cute growly sound under her breath. Then, do you know what she does? She fucking nips me. Hard. Right on that tender part of my arm, near my armpit.

I bark out a curse, and everyone in the room turns to look at me.

“Everything okay, Wilder?” my mom asks me, brows furrowed.

“Yep.” I clear my throat. “Everything’s fine. Carry on.”

My mom looks at me for a long moment. Then, she resumes talking, and all eyes focus back on her.

“That wasn’t very nice,” I whisper under my breath.

“You deserved it, asshole.”

“Bitch.”

“Why don’t you go fuck yourself, Cross?”

I laugh softly. “Like you do with your vibrator? No, thanks.”

“I don’t even—” Her voice pitches, and she pauses, reining it back in when Bob from HR looks across the table at her.

“Go to hell,” she whispers to me when Bob looks away.

I chuckle quietly. “That’s rich, coming from the devil herself.”

I see her hands curl into fists on the table, making me laugh again. And I realize just how turned on I am right now.

I’m getting off on making her mad.

Jesus, I can’t win here. Will I ever stop lusting after her?

Yes. When I get her out of here.

As soon as this meeting’s done, I’m going to work out a plan of action—after I take down the Craigslist ad, that is.

“Okay. So, that’s it for today. Unless anyone has anything to add?” my mom says, finishing up the meeting. “No? Well, everyone have a good rest of the day.”

I pick my cell up from the table and put it in my pocket.

“Wilder, Morgan, have you got a minute?” my mom says from the front of the room.

I pause. So does Morgan.

Shit. Does my mom know about all the stupid shit Morgan and I have been pulling on each other?

“Sure,” I say at the same time Morgan says, “Of course.”

We wait for the room to clear, and then my mom closes the door.

“What’s up?” I ask, sitting on the edge of the table.

Morgan is standing at the opposite side of the table from me.

“Well, I was talking with your dad—Frank,” she adds, looking at Morgan, “last night about the Ananda deal, and even though everything seems to be running on schedule, we just want you to go out to the factory and check to make sure everything is running as they say it is.”

“You want me to go to Thailand to do a production check?” I ask.

I’ve never been to Thailand before. Could be fun.

I can fuck some hot Europeans and probably even some Australian backpackers while I’m there, tending to business.

Two birds, one stone.

My sex life has been on a downward spiral as of late. As in it’s not happening—at all. My cock has gone on some kind of hiatus, thanks to Morgan.

So, this trip to Thailand, away from the office and Morgan, will be just what I need to get my cock back on his game.

I’m actually smiling, thinking of all the hot sex I can have in Thailand, when my mom says, “Yes. But not just you, Wilder. I want Morgan to go with you. I want the both of you to go out to Thailand and do the production check together.”

And, just like that, my happy thoughts are obliterated.