I have no problem with that.As he worked through his plan, one flaw after another popped up. He’d get caught, fired, and then he’d never see her again. Better to come up with another reason.Hell, he’d seen her naked. Why did he need an excuse to walk into her office? He closed his eyes and imagined the conversation.“Hi Kurt, how was your weekend?”“Hi Claire, I didn’t recognize you with your clothes on.”Hmm… awkward much?He could go up there and tell her to keep her eyes open for a new virus, one some lovesick pervert had created to get a girl’s attention. Then she’d wonder why he hadn’t sent the information in an email.Damn it. Modern technology screwed him again.Kurt wolfed down the last of his sandwich and tossed the paper bag in the trash. Afternoon already and he hadn’t seen or heard from her.What did he expect? The last time he’d been in Claire’s presence she’d been tangled up with another man. They might still be in that bed for all he knew. Lucky bastard.His cell phone buzzed with a text from his boss.
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