PSA: Moving furniture because of someone else's screw up sucks ass.

So happy to sit down and send you some more of our boys.


Chapter Thirty-seven

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JPOV

Blinking, I bit the inside of my cheek, using the pain to refocus my thoughts.

"Let me grab some more coffee and we can tackle that other board that was giving us problems," I said, hoping that turning my back on him would give me time to catch my breath.

"Here, I'll get it." Peter reached for my cup. "Light, two sugars, right?"

And there it was.

The karmic bitchslap.

I'd ogled this man, objectifying him at the basest level possible, not seeing past the outer shell.

But, I didn't know him.

And he knew how I liked my coffee.