What do you do when the witness to your walk of shame after a one-night stand turns out to be your potential boss?


Well, everyone knows you fake it til you make it.




For a man who relies on his quick reflexes to make a living, I’m remarkably slow at registering the situation I’ve just walked into before a mouth is fused to mine. Rebecca. My one-night stand.

I stand there stunned, but it’s only a momentary reaction before my eyes jerk up, over Rebecca’s head, to meet Jenna’s bemused stare across the kitchen island.

Fuck. My. Life.

Words to explain why a stranger is mauling me when I’m in nothing but my underwear queue up on my tongue, but Rebecca speaks first. 

“Hon! I just met your sister!“

Hon? My eyes drop to meet her wide green gaze. 

“You didn't tell me she worked at McCann! She's the woman who interviewed me yesterday!" 

Understanding dawns.

The lunatic's fingers tighten around my neck like a noose as she darts a glance at Jenna before returning panicked features to mine. She mouths, ‘Please, please, please.’

I cock an eyebrow at her. Seriously?

Biting her lip, she slowly, slowly releases her grip on me. But instead of taking a step back, her hands splay on my bare chest, and she drags them down my front. A jolt of pleasure rushes through me, the contact feels good. Too good for someone I finished fucking only a few hours ago. Down south, my cock twitches.

Wandering hands finally stop at the base of my sternum and press in. Yep, she’s super serious.

Jenna clears her throat, and my attention snaps up. She’s been watching us the entire time. 

“Hey, Jen.” 

“Good morning Logan. And, yes, what a coincidence, isn’t it? I never realized I was interviewing your girlfriend.”

Girlfriend? My chest hairs rise in alarm under Rebecca’s hands. Oh, no. No, no, no. I don’t do girlfriends.

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