“I know.” I rest my chin on top of her head. “I hear your boss is a real asshole. You don’t want him finding out what you do onyour breaks.”
She snorts and shakes her head. When she tries to slip her panties back on, I quickly snatch them and stuff them into my pocket.
“Dem!” she gasps. “I have to work!”
“I know. But I’m keeping these.”
Clara spins around, clearly ready to glare at me and scold me for being such a perv. But all she does is press a hand to my barechest and sigh. “Let me guess. One-time thing?”
My answer should be “yes.” I should reaffirm the barrier between us, brick up the wall that’s supposed to be there, and remindher of all the reasons why whatever the hell this is can’t continue.
But while I may be many things, a liar isn’t one of them.
And if I’m going to be ho
