Page 2 of Mister McStudmuffin

Angela chuckles. “They only dress like that when they’re meeting with new high-profile clients. Normally they look like the rest of us.”

“That’s hard to imagine.” My eyes widen when I realize what I just said. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Don’t worry, girl, I get it. Those men are finger-licking good. At least to look at. Oh, they’re heading this way now.”

As I watch the two most handsome men I’ve ever seen in real life walk towards us, I now understand why they don’t have pictures of themselves on the company’s website. People would want to work here simply to be next to someone so ridiculously attractive.

“Hayes, JD, this is the new employee you signed off on last week. Chelsea Ward, meet our fearless leaders,” Angela says.

“I remember your name,” Hayes says. “Your resume was quite impressive.”

I smile and shake his hand. “Thank you.”

Then he’s there, standing far too close to me. Near enough that I can smell his cologne or body wash or something that makes my mouth water and my core tighten. Good grief, this man is like my own personal fantasy.

“Nice to meet you,” comes his deep voice. He holds his hand out to me.

I clasp it and the first brush of his large, warm, palm lights my body up like he just copped a feel. What the hell? I should release him. Step back. Maybe even reconsider this job.

Still holding my hand, he says, “So, tell me a little about yourself.”

I stare at his hand, then up at his face. “I have a boyfriend.” The words fly out of my mouth before I can even process what I’m saying.

He drops my hand and takes a step back. One of his brows arches. “Congratulations.”

I release a tight chuckle. “Nerves. Sorry about that. I don’t even know why I said that. I mean we’re at work and just meeting and there’s no reason to even bring up my personal life.”

Hayes laughs, loud and rich. “You remind me of my sister, Madison. Welcome to H & J Funds.”

“Thank you,” I say.

Later that afternoon, I’m sitting at my makeshift desk. I don’t have an official place to sit yet, so they have me at a worktable in the middle of the bullpen. I pull out my phone to send my sister a text.

Judging by the heat in my face, I’m pretty sure I’m still blushing from my earlier faux pas.

ME: I just met my new boss.

ME: Wanna know who he reminds me of?

ME: Stabler.

CHARLIE: Uh-oh.

ME: And he’s tall.

CHARLIE: Whoa, sis, you are in trouble.

ME: You have no idea.

CHARLIE: Let me guess, you want to climb his tree and play with his monkey.

BRENDAN: For fuck’s sake. What is wrong with y’all? Can’t you have a sisters-only group text?

CHARLIE: Two people isn’t a group, Brendan, that’s just a regular text.

ME: She’s not wrong.

BRENDAN: I do not want to know about any of your sexcapades. EVER.