Changing the locks is just basic, right?

York asked, "Do you do this for everyone, or is it just me?"

"Of course not everyone. Like my mom and Anne, every time I change the lock, I text them the new code. And after they visit, I don't change it. Why do you ask?" "So, why do you have to change it after I replace out?"

Leda gave him a look that screamed, "Are you kidding me?" and retorted, "Who are you to me? Why wouldn't I change it? Are we close or something?" York was momentarily lost for words, then asked, "What about other guys? If they knew your home code..."

"I'd change it in a second," she said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

York didn't know whether to feel relieved or dismayed.

Relieved because this woman wasn't totally naive; she kept her guard up with men, understanding the importance of boundaries.

Dismayed because, to her, he was no different from any other guy who needed to be kept at arm's length.

Leda asked, "Did you need something?"

York glanced around the room, saying, "It's boiling outside."

"And?" Leda pressed.

"Can I come in and then talk?"

Leda stepped aside, letting him in.

York walked in with a grin, slipping into house shoes as if he owned the place, and made a beeline for the living room where he plopped down on the sofa. Anyone would think he lived here.

Leda rolled her eyes. "Spit it out, I'm busy."

York scoffed, "Busy? Busy setting up a date to chase away the summer boredom, or enjoying a lazy afternoon?"

"Seriously?" Leda's eyes widened in disbelief. "Just get to the point, why bring up my social media posts?"

And he read them out loud. How embarrassing!

York retorted, "You seemed pretty pleased posting it. What's wrong with me mentioning it? You can post, but no one can comment?"

"It's not that... Did you really come over in the middle of the afternoon just to recite my posts back to me? Are you that bored?"

"Yep,

in out of my mind, so!

I

thought I'd take you up on your invitation. Let's see, where's the wine Let's have a toast."

Leda gave him a fleeting look. "What invitation... you're nuts..."

"Tsk, that post of yours was practically a siren call. So, here I am."

Leda was speechless. Alright, she'd forgotten this fool knew how to play the game. No wonder he caught on so quickly.

York smirked, "So, what's the plan? Stay here in the living room or move this to the bedroom?"

Listening to his insinuating tone, Leda couldn't help but frown, "I'm up for fun, but not with you."

York asked nonchalantly, "Why not?"

"Personal entanglements can affect professional relationships. I never mix business with pleasure, especially not with men I work with."

York countered, "We don't have a professional relationship."

"But we're working together now."

He snapped his fingers, "Exactly, working together requires cooperation, right?"

"Right."

"My mom asked me yesterday if we had a fight because she saw you having dinner with another guy."

Leda frowned, "Yesterday... I was at the office all day. I only had lunch with a colleague..."

"A guy?"

Leda nodded.

"Great. Now my mom might really get the wrong idea. So, to maintain our working relationship, we might need to set some new ground rules," he stated solemnly.

Leda simply replied, "Okay, then I refuse. Let's consider our professional relationship over." York was taken aback.

Wait... Why wasn't she playing by the rules?

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