Showered and feeling marginally better, Mia gathered up all her underwear. All the new ones she’d bought that afternoon, plus all her ones from the laundry basket and she shoved them in her laundry bag. She would never ever again forget to make sure she had clean underwear for a workday. Every moment of going commando under her skirt had been torture and she was just waiting for someone to say something or notice and it was half the reason she’d been so on edge all day. The other half belonged to Liam Thompson, her boss, and the man she currently had love/hate feelings for. She hated the way he’d...