Conflict of Interest (Employee Relations Book 1)

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message. Mission accomplished.”
    Her use of words has dirty thoughts invading my concentration.
    “Has that been your experience? I find it can be more complicated than that, or at least more time consuming.”
    She turns, giving me her backside, which I am very appreciative of, and hip checks the arm of my chair.
    I roll back marginally, giving her just enough room to navigate around my desk. Not so much room though that she has free range without having to reach across me.
    “By all means, make yourself at home,” I tell her as she leans over my chair and repositions my keyboard.
    She glances at me over her shoulder, shooting daggers with those milk chocolate eyes, though she looks more confused than mad. I raise my hands to placate her.
    When her attention is back on my computer monitor, my gaze travels down her backside to the slit in her skirt. I’m itching to touch her bare skin, to run my hands up her legs and slip my fingers inside. I want to know how she likes it and how long it takes to bring her over the edge.
    “This is why I’m here to give you a lesson,” she explains, still looking forward. “You’re obviously not doing it right.”
    Either she’s completely missing the innuendo behind this conversation or she should play professional poker.
    “I’m a slow learner.”
    It’s a lie. I’m not slow at anything, though I’d rather enjoy taking my time with her. “Could you give me a demonstration?”
    Without skipping a beat, she grabs my hand and places it on the mouse and then sets her hand over top of mine. The energy buzzing between us is unreal. My heart might beat right out of my chest. Slowly, she begins moving our hands around until the cursor hovers over an email she’s sent me. And just like that I’m imagining me hovering over her.
    She double-clicks the mouse. I close my eyes and imagine placing her on my lap, pulling up her skirt and having her take my hand and double-clicking something else.
    “Do you think you can handle it? Or should I read it to you as well?”
    I open my eyes to Gabriella staring at me, scanning my face with curiosity. Speaking suddenly feels like a foreign task, one I can’t manage. The longer I remain mute the more concentrated the air between us becomes. I know I should do something to end whatever this is but I can’t seem to do that either.
    “Let’s look at this message together.”
    She turns back to the screen, causing her hair to fall like a curtain. My free hand moves on it’s own accord, pushing her hair behind her ear and faintly tracing her jaw line with the tips of my fingers before letting them fall to my lap. Gabriella stills andI’m mesmerized by her staggered breaths. With her eyes on my mouth, she licks her lips, sucking in her lower lip and biting it.
    Off limits. She’s off limits.
    “I couldn’t see the screen,” I offer in explanation.
    She swallows thickly and nods. Smiling shyly, she meets my gaze and clears her throat.
    “You’ve got this right?” she asks.
    “I hope so.”
    Something sparks in her eyes.
    Does she know I’m not talking about her tutorial? Because I’m aware. Too aware in a way that I’m not comfortable with in the slightest.
    “How often are you going to check my emails?”
    “Weekly, on Fridays.”
    This is the best I can offer. I’ll compartmentalize all our conversations to one day when I know I’ll have two days without seeing her.
    Eying me suspiciously, she takes control of the mouse again, this time opening my calendar.
    “What are you doing now?” I question, grateful that whatever this is, isn’t over yet.
    “Creating a daily reminder so you don’t forget.”
    There’s no way in hell I’d forget about her, though I really want to. “I’m just going to hit snooze or delete the series,” I admit.
    “Then you’ll be seeing a lot of me in person.” She smiles at me over her shoulder.
    Maintaining eye contact, I lean forward and delete the series. We’re so close our noses nearly

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