Another high heel sailed past. “Tabs?” the voice called. “You still home? Goddamn assholes,” the voice raged. There was a rustling and then, “Stupid, irritating, uncomfortable, anti-feminist contraption.” A bit of white lace catapulted into view and then landed on the chair back. “Ah. That’s better.”

A bra. My mouth dropped open.

Suddenly a figure followed the voice—curves encased in a tight pencil skirt and lush auburn hair spilling down her back.

My stomach bottomed out. And she was turning toward the screen as she re-buttoned her blouse.

Shit.

She had no idea she had an audience.

As if woken from a stupor, my hand shot out and slapped my laptop closed.

A beat of silence passed. Then another.

Breath burst through my lips in a harsh exhale, and I blinked. Belatedly, I realized my heart was pounding like I’d been reacting to an erotic movie.

I guess my libido wasn’t dead after all.

Holy shit.

I busted out a snort of laughter.

Who the hell was that? Whoever it was hadn’t realized I’d been witness to the whole thing.

She’d be mortified if she realized.

Tabitha Mackenzie would be embarrassed too. It wasn’t exactly the professional and discreet image the agency prided itself on.

Whoever that woman had been, she oozed unconscious and fiery sex-appeal. I reached for my glass of water. My mouth felt dry all of a sudden.

I’d give it a few minutes then reconnect and pretend I lost the connection as soon as Ms. Mackenzie left to go get her file.

Chapter Four

JOSIE

Tabitha snapped her laptop shut and whipped her headset off. “Damn. That was brutal. And he hurts to look at.”

“That hot, huh?”

“You have no idea. But a grumpy son of a gun.” She eyed me from across the room where I now sat in my comfiest sweatpants, a clay mask on my face, digging into a pint of Ben & Jerry’s Triple Caramel Chunk. “So, you want to tell me what the heck you’re doing home?”

I lifted a shoulder and dug up another spoonful. “I quit.”

“You told me that already. I guess I’m asking you to elaborate since you came home having a meltdown, and I had to get back on the call.”

“Yeah, about interrupting your call. I’m so sorry.”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t drop everything to be a shoulder.” She gave an amused grimace. “Thank God his connection went down. He would have gotten an earful and an eyeful.”