13.1

“Yep,” I said, walking her down the hallway and toward the supply closet at the end. She was wearing heels again, and they clicked along the tile, matching the beat of my heart. “Just right on in here, miss, uh, Watson.”

El shot me a mischievous smile over her shoulder and stepped inside the large closet as I flicked on the light and pulled the door shut behind us.

“Sir,” she said in a low voice. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think this was a ploy to get me alone.”

My entire body responded to the thought of having her alone, and I stepped closer, dropping my hands to her perfect waist. “I miss you,” I whispered as she pressed herself against me.

“Oh,” she said, registering the firmness of my body against hers. “So the rulers really are kept in here,” she joked.

“Sorry,” I said, stepping back so she couldn’t feel the ruler-like bulge in my trousers.

She shook her head slowly, staring up into my eyes. “You do the same thing to me,” she whispered.

That did it. I pulled her closer and too