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breasts.
    “Not me.” She folded her arms. “For CoCo. She told me she’s still a virgin, but there’s this boy she likes, and she’s open to having sex—”
    “Stop talking.” He covered his ears. “I can’t know things like that about…her.”
    “Why? You had sex at her age. Stop being so squeamish. She’s a woman now, and you need to discuss this with her. Would you rather end up a grandfather in nine months?” Grace observed as his face turned an interesting shade of beigey-green.
    He grabbed the water and guzzled the rest. “Sorry, I just threw up a little bit in my mouth.”
    She elbowed him. “Stop being such a baby. Don’t you want for her to enjoy the comforts of her body? Sex is fun. You just said that you wanted your kids to have fun.”
    “Not that much fun.” He looked so lost. “I meant board games and video games and going out with friends…not an orgy.”
    She cocked her head to the left. “An orgy? Please, those don’t happen until college.”
    Slowly, his gaze swept down her body. “Personal experience?”
    It was her turn for the shit-eating grin.
    “Wow, I’m not going to pretend that wasn’t hot.” His gray eyes held hers. Sexual tension crackled in the air around them.
    Sleeping with the boss was a bad idea, and she’d already had more than her fair share of bad ideas. She needed this job, and the kids needed her. Having sex with their father would only lead to a bad breakup.
    She scooted off the bed. “Let’s table this discussion for another time.” She power walked to the door.
    “Coward.” He called after her.
    “Bite me, flu boy.” She called back as she stepped into the hall.
    “Yes, ma’am. Any place in particular?” He laughed.
    They might flirt, but they weren’t ever going to sleep together. Mixing business and pleasure never ended well. She worked for him, which made Chord Robbins off limits.

 
     
     
Chapter 7
     
     
    At eleven-forty-five the next morning, Chord bolted upright. He was late. His first meeting was scheduled for eight. He rolled out of bed. His headache was back, but it wasn’t as bad. Thanks to an amazing orgy dream about Grace, he had a major hard-on. He raced to the shower, turned on the water, stripped down, and stepped in. The warm-ish water went a long way to making him feel human again. After soaping up, he quickly shaved, and washed his hair.
    Ten minutes later, he was sprinting down the stairs and headed for the garage.
    As soon as he hit the kitchen, he stopped short. Grace was bent over a mixing bowl, and there was a three-hundred pound offensive tackle shrink-wrapped around her. Devon Harding was a big man with a heart of gold, and the best damn offensive tackle in the history of football…but he was all over Grace.
    Chord grimaced. She might not be his Grace, but possession was nine-tenths of the law, and right now, Devon was in possession of the wrong woman.
    “Devon, stop hitting on my…” What was Grace? She was more than his employee, and nanny didn’t fit. He’d shared more about himself last night with her than he’d shared with his wife during their entire marriage.
    “CFO. I’ve decided I want to be called the Chief Family Officer.” Grace stood. “I’m showing Devon how to make coconut pie.”
    Was that some new secret code for sex?
    “That’s right coach. I’m thinking about opening a bar-b-que restaurant, and Grace was kind enough to share her aunt’s famous coconut pie recipe with me.” Devon’s hand was on Grace’s upper back. Chord didn’t like seeing another man touching Grace. It shouldn’t bother him, but it did.
    “Okay Devon, let’s go. I know we were supposed to meet at eight, and I apologize. Let’s head to the office.” Chord waited for the big guy to remove his hand from Grace, but he didn’t.
    “The only place you’re going is back to bed. I’ve cancelled your appointments today because you’re sick.” Grace dipped a spoon in the bowl in front of her and came up with