Teach Me (There's Something About Marysburg, #1)

by Olivia Dade

At the sight of such brilliance, such unmitigated competence, she had to shift a bit in her desk chair. Martin had never, never seemed sexier to her.

Small though it was, the copy room contained a threadbare but overstuffed chair she could occupy during the less labor-intensive parts of packet creation. The heat from the machines kept the space toasty, and fresh stacks of copies warmed her hands better than gloves. Nope. No way in hell she was leaving that room. She added more paper to the appropriate tray, forced the machine to accept her top-loaded packet—damn copier should have been replaced before the turn of the century—and fiddled with the settings. Collation, definitely. Staples. One step darker than default, as per usual. Two-sided copies required another battle, but she prevailed.

“Once I was the perfect hostess, the perfect dinner companion, he started talking about my size. The weight-lifting I did wasn’t enough, because he suddenly wanted me thin, not strong.”