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Chapters (89)
  1. Dedication
  2. AUTHOR’S NOTE
  3. ONE
  4. HENRY
  5. TWO
  6. EMMA
  7. THREE
  8. HENRY
  9. FOUR
  10. EMMA
  11. FIVE
  12. EMMA
  13. SIX
  14. SEVEN
  15. HENRY
  16. EIGHT
  17. NINE
  18. TEN
  19. HENRY
  20. ELEVEN
  21. TWELVE
  22. EMMA
  23. THIRTEEN
  24. HENRY
  25. FOURTEEN
  26. HENRY
  27. FIFTEEN
  28. SIXTEEN
  29. EMMA
  30. SEVENTEEN
  31. HENRY
  32. EIGHTEEN
  33. HENRY
  34. NINETEEN
  35. HENRY
  36. TWENTY
  37. TWENTY-ONE
  38. EMMA
  39. TWENTY-TWO
  40. EMMA
  41. TWENTY-THREE
  42. HENRY
  43. TWENTY-FOUR
  44. EMMA
  45. TWENTY-FIVE
  46. EMMA
  47. TWENTY-SIX
  48. EMMA
  49. TWENTY-SEVEN
  50. HENRY
  51. TWENTY-EIGHT
  52. EMMA
  53. TWENTY-NINE
  54. HENRY
  55. THIRTY
  56. HENRY
  57. THIRTY-ONE
  58. HENRY
  59. THIRTY-TWO
  60. EMMA
  61. THIRTY-THREE
  62. HENRY
  63. THIRTY-FOUR
  64. EMMA
  65. THIRTY-FIVE
  66. EMMA
  67. THIRTY-SIX
  68. HENRY
  69. THIRTY-SEVEN
  70. EMMA
  71. THIRTY-EIGHT
  72. HENRY
  73. THIRTY-NINE
  74. HENRY
  75. FORTY
  76. EMMA
  77. FORTY-ONE
  78. HENRY
  79. FORTY-TWO
  80. FORTY-THREE
  81. EMMA
  82. FORTY-FOUR
  83. EMMA
  84. FORTY-FIVE
  85. HENRY
  86. EPILOGUE
  87. ALSO BY CHELSEA CURTO
  88. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  89. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

It definitely put me in a better mood. Her sucking my dick and smiling up at me with a mouthful of my cum helped me forget the stress from earlier in the day. It’s amazing what an orgasm or two can do. I was so blissed out when I woke up this morning—alone of course—like I had returned from a lengthy yoga retreat, good as new.

“Uh oh,” Jack says. “He’s got that look.”

“Just daydreaming about blindfolds. Anyway, these suggestions have been helpful. I’m really fucking excited for this opportunity, and I don’t want to mess anything up.”

“Hooking up with your coworker would definitely mess it up,” Neil warns me. “So don’t get any ideas.”

I roll my eyes. “I do know how to keep my dick in my pants, believe it or not. No one is hooking up with anybody. Why is it so hard to think I don’t possess any sort of feelings for Emma?”

“Because we know you. And you like everyone.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t like her,” I say quickly, sipping my drink.

Something rumbles in my chest at the statement, like a beast clawing to get free. My hand becomes sweaty, nearly losing its grip on my glass. The sensation is almost debilitating, its motive for arrival untraceable.

I don’t like her, I repeat to myself, hoping it sounds more emphatic this time around.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Jack watching me, his lips pursing together like he’s seconds away from calling me out. Dipping my chin, I shake my head. It would do me good to focus on this potential promotion and not Emma.

For some reason, I can’t get her out of my fucking mind.

And I don’t hate it as much as I should.

FOUR

EMMA

It’s Friday and I’m in love.

This week has utterly drained me. My mental battery is depleted and in desperate need of a recharge. My body aches, muscles I didn’t even know existed throb painfully, screaming at me to go to the gym and use them so they aren’t overexerted and underworked. My eyes hurt from staring at computer screens, straining and squinting to dampen the blue light shining in my face for hours on end. Reading glasses do nothing to help, either.

In the eight days since Wallace shared the partner news, I’ve let work consume my life more than it already does. I’m knocking out my to-do list more swiftly and effectively than ever before. I kind of feel like Wonder Woman. Badass. Heroic. Ready to exhaustedly take on the world.

The backlog of cases and files I need to get through is rapidly dwindling, and, at this rate, I won’t know what to do with my twelve-hour shifts soon. I might have a second to actually breathe.