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the closest friend she had in the office. At first, she’d sensed that many of the men under her resented working for a woman. Or maybe that was her own paranoia. Owen had never acted like that. Not once. And now her employees treated her with nothing but respect. They still didn’t really know her though. Owen’s quiet, steady presence melted some of her frost enough to open up to him.
    “Yeah? What’d you do?”
    “Went to see Aric’s Revenge with my brother.” And had the best orgasm in my life about fifteen feet away from the popcorn maker. “How was yours?
    He shrugged. “Read that new Connor Takumi mystery.”
    One of these days, she was going to drag Owen out on a weekend, even if he was kicking and screaming. “Wow, look at you being wild and crazy.”
    He smiled at her. “Not my thing.”
    Owen had big, round blue eyes framed with blond lashes. He wore his slicked hair parted to one side. He seemed to do everything he could to blend in, which was a shame, because he was downright adorable. Shy, but adorable.
    Like a little nerdy puppy dog.
    “So no hot date with some nice librarian in a pencil skirt?” she asked.
    His eyes sparkled. “Not my type.”
    “A librarian?”
    He leaned in closer. “A woman.”
    Oh. Well then. She cocked her head. “I thought my gaydar was better than that.”
    He tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear and winked.
    Her email pinged again and she closed her eyes. When she opened them again, Owen still stared at her. When she didn’t respond, he straightened and walked away, shaking his head and chuckling.
    Cute, nosy brat.
    She turned back to her computer and worried her lip as she read Austin’s email again. Then she put her hands on the keyboard.
    …
    Austin sat in his home office, elbow on the arm of his leather chair, and stared at his computer screen.
    He didn’t know why he was doing this to himself. Why the one woman he couldn’t have was the one he wanted with every heartbeat.
    He should tell her who he was, that he was technically her boss, but he knew once he did, this would be over. She’d end it—any smart woman would. And Marley wasn’t dumb.
    He’d avoided the entire industrial complex that week, not wanting to run into Marley and be unable to school his features. Because all he wanted to do was shove her someplace private and get another taste.
    But today, his resolve had broken down.
    Emailing her was risky, but Austin had taken all precautions that this email wouldn’t be seen by anyone. If he couldn’t have her physically, then he’d allow himself this, teasing her with filthy words in serif font. Maybe this would be enough, and he could curb the ache for her in his gut. He tried to guess what other fantasies Marley was into. He wasn’t sure if it was torture for her but it was pretty much waterboarding to him.
    He still couldn’t stop himself.
    He didn’t want a relationship. A relationship meant talking about himself. It meant another person—other than Grant—knowing things about him. He couldn’t do that, didn’t want to do that.
    He didn’t plan to change, mainly because he didn’t date. When the need for physical affection began to claw at his skin, he traveled out of town and met a woman at a bar. He rented a hotel room and that was that. Of course, that sex was almost always very vanilla, which barely took the edge off, but it was better than nothing.
    But Marley… Smart, strong, beautiful Marley. He found himself wondering if she could actually like him for himself. Although he wondered if he even knew who that was anymore. What if he opened up to her? Even a little bit?
    It was ridiculous that the one woman he was attracted to in such a long time was his employee.
    So no, he wouldn’t tell her who he was. She didn’t need to know, since nothing more would happen. That’s what he told himself, anyway. The last person who’d known everything had been his father, and that had gone to shit. In Austin’s head, keeping