Olivia stifled a yawn as she worked at her computer.

She glanced over at the clock and noticed her coworkers.

The ones who didn't work with her department were packing up to leave.

It was going to be another late night for her,

and she probably wouldn't even get time to grab any dinner.

Tax season was hard on everyone. Olivia gathered her long, dark hair into a ponytail high on her head,

and stretched in preparation for the work she had ahead of her.

Unexpectedly, she heard a knock at her door.

The junior accountant popped his head in, laptop open in hand.

Hey, can I get your help on this?

I really don't know how to categorize this expense.

Devin said cautiously at the entrance to her office.

Only half of his torso was in Olivia's view, but even a partial glimpse of Devin's muscular

frame, straining against his well-fitting office shirt was enough to turn her on.

Yeah, of course.

Pull up a chair, Olivia said, moving a stack of manila envelopes on the desk to make room.

Devin grabbed a nearby chair and sat next to her at the edge of her desk,

as he had done countless times before,

during his training with her. He cleared his throat and began explaining the issues he had been

having. Olivia answered his questions, listening carefully as he went on to explain the situation

further. It didn't take long for her

mind to begin wandering, and it seemed fixated on Devin. Olivia had trained Devin, and she was

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