Deep into the second chapter of an erotic thriller, I feel the presence of someone beside me. The charcoal grey pants are a dead giveaway and inadvertently, I groan, granting myself some patience to deal with him today. Why the fuck won’t he just leave me alone? I’ve met my share of annoying human beings but Haden Cooper takes the cake. “I’m taking orders,” he huffs in annoyance. I give him my full attention and decide to have a little fun with him. After all, he did ruin a blouse that even the dry cleaners declared a write-off for. Yes, I will have fun. Serves him right for being such a jerk. “At my beck and call? Well I’ll have the roast chicken on rye, lettuce, tomato, and no mayo. I repeat—no mayo.” He stares back at me without writing down my order. “You might want to write it down.” “I have a good enough memory.” A loose laugh escapes me. “That’s funny, I think Trina down on ten would beg to differ.” His eyes twitch, caught in an awkward moment. I want to see what pathetic excuse he has for this. “Who?” “Really, Haden? I don’t know how men can just screw around with strangers and not even take a moment to remember someone’s name,” I rant. He leans on my desk and rubs the slight stubble on his chin. “You seem awfully interested in my sex life, Presley Malone. Is there something I’m missing here?” “What?” I shoot back, almost a little too nervous. “Please, I wouldn’t touch you with a ten-foot pole. No, make it a twenty-foot pole with an extension. God, you’re so insensitive. You don’t care about anyone’s feelings and have zero respect in the workplace.” “Anything else?” “Plus, you’re a jerk.”

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