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Actually, she wasn’t going to take the chance he might leave without talking to her and replied to Colson’s text.

An hour later, there was a knock at her open door. There he was, sexy as sin, standing there like he was ready to tilt her world again.

“Come in.”

He lifted his eyebrow at the tone.

“Door open or closed?”

“Closed is good.”

He turned and shut it, her eyes going right to his ass. No jeans, tan pants. Not a tie or jacket. More casual but not so much he wouldn’t get the respect of his position.

“You want to know what the text meant?” he asked.

“I’d like that. Do you have time to chat or are you in a hurry?”

She nodded to the chair in front of her desk. He hesitated for barely a second before moving forward and sitting.

She didn’t want to be in a position of authority. Not right now.

So she stood up and walked around her desk, leaning on the edge of it, her hands behind her, her ankles crossed.

“You’re trying to tempt me, aren’t you?”

“That’s a yes, but not on purpose. Not right now. It’s more about not having you think I’m calling you in for a legal reason.”

“I’m the one with the cuffs.”

She felt her pulse kick up, her palms slick on the desk so she almost sat on the corner and crossed her arms. Just loosely so she wasn’t fiddling with her fingers in her nervousness.

Why did this man always unhinge her?

“You are,” she said. “And we are going to get into uncharted territory for me soon. What cat is out of the bag screeching?”

“Frank Belmont. He was in the meeting with me. Saw me watching you walk away.”

She leaned closer, enough that he might be able to look down the top of her dress, if his eyes shifted.

They didn’t.

They stayed locked on hers.

The heat of his gaze created sweat at the base of her neck to join her damp hands.

“You were staring at my ass,” she clarified.

“And you were swishing it like you wanted me to do it.”

She leaned back. “There we are again, on the same page.”

“I’m glad you can be honest.”

“I’m always honest. Are you?”

“To a fault.”

“Even when it’s uncomfortable,” she said, remembering the conversation at lunch about him and Bella.


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