(4) Callum

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Her perfect body fills my mind, the outlines of her abs hinted in the gap between her sports bra and leggings

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Her perfect body fills my mind, the outlines of her abs hinted in the gap between her sports bra and leggings. 

Fuck, why did our new lawyer have to be hot?

I blink the images away, willing for my thoughts to change to anything other than her. 

It fails and the outline of her breasts in the tight black sports bra has my dick straining against my grey slacks. 

Snap out of it, Cal. 

I turn my attention to the stack of files on my desk and start working through them, distracting my mind with statistics and locations until I cannot think of anything else other than the business. 

After about an hour, Zach walks into my office, a smirk on his face as he sits lazily on the sofa.

"What have you done?" I ask him, looking at him through narrowed eyes. 

"Nothing," he holds his hands in mock defence, his smirk widening, "I just asked our new solicitors to come see the company for themselves."

Asshole. 

He's fucked me over twice and he knows it. 

First, I'll have to see Carlie which I really don't want to.

And second, I have to deal with that insufferable Asshole, Liam. 

"Leave," I growl, glaring at him. He smiles wider and blows me a kiss before standing up and strolling out of my office whilst whistling. 

Elijah replaces him, walking in as soon as Zach walks out. I watch him as he sits in the chair opposite me with a serious look on his face. 

"I guess you've heard," he nods his head to me, addressing my scowl. I nod my head once, my blood boiling at Zach. Elijah lets out a hum, thinking for a few moments before speaking again.

"We need to keep him away from her," he lowers his voice as if Zach was listening outside my office. 

Which he has done before. 

"I know," I nod, annoyed that we have to keep him in check again, "he needs to interact with her the least."

An evil smile spreads across my lips when I come up with a solution.

"He can deal with Liam. That'll free me up to sort out our side," I suggest, not even trying to hide the satisfaction I feel at my plan. 

Elijah thinks about it for a few seconds before nodding and agreeing to my plan. 

"Mr Ashford, your visitors are here," my intercom buzzes.

Elijah and I stand, walking out of my office. We grab Zach from his on the way to reception and I can't help but roll my eyes at the excited grin on his face. 

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