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bit in the hip area and tapering into a pencil skirt, amping up and accentuating my curvy form. I pair it with nude, round toed, leather pumps. It’s professional with a bit of sex appeal. It’s perfect.
    The morning seems to drag. Olivia’s out of town, which doesn’t leave much for me to do other than answer the phone and respond to emails. I type out a handful of letters she needs transcribed, long before lunch, and make sure messages are checked regularly. I keep glancing at the clock on my desk and find myself disappointed. Only a few moments passed since the last time I peeked at it. I check my emails to see if there’s anything from my mom or Damian. A big, fat nada.
    I often find myself slipping into a daydream state, imagining how our lunch might go. It could go well, or…I don’t want to think of the possibility it won’t work out.
    “I thought you would be ready when I arrived.” My eyes shoot up to Hunt’s and stare silently. He returns my gaze for a moment. “Are you going to gather your things or gawk at me all day?”
    Can’t I do both? I am a very good multi-tasker.
    He’s standing at the entrance, leaning on the doorframe, studying me with an alert, penetrating gaze. He’s wearing a black suit, white shirt, and dark green tie, which enhance his incredible eyes. I know I’m staring a little too long, but he’s staggering.
    I manage to get myself together, grab my bag, and walk over to him. He remains composed while I’m in shambles. I’m actually trembling. I had forgotten how intimidating he could be. I don’t know why he makes me nervous. It’s most likely the reason he presumes I’m innocent. I constantly gape down, suck on my lip, or behave timidly around him. It’s impossible not to, when that’s how he makes me feel. He’s unlike any man I’ve met, and I don’t know how to act.
    “Shall we?” he asks.
    Hunt turns, offering me an elbow, and I link my arm with his, admiring the well-defined muscles under the sleeve of his jacket. He guides me out, leading us through the office. I can’t help noticing all the ogling from my co-workers, watching as we stroll arm-in-arm, like a young couple courting one another from an age long past, lost in time.
    I sneak a glimpse up at him to reassure myself he is actually beside me. I admire his nose, perfect as it appears at first glance, with a closer look it reveals he’s gotten into a few fights in his day. His strong lips and square jaw are extremely masculine. I want to run my tongue along the rough stubble lightly blanketing it, along those sultry lips before forcing mine against them.
    My reveries are interrupted by Damian’s deeply sexual voice.
    “Don’t you have a coat?” he asks, turning back to me once we’re at the front lobby doors. The day has turned overcast and appears to be quite chilly. I look up at him from under my lashes.
    “No. It wasn’t gloomy earlier.”
    He gives me a stern look and takes off his black, wool coat, holding it open for me to put on. I slide my arms through. The silk lining still holds the scent and warmth of his body. It’s long in the arms and hangs about mid-calf on me, where it only goes down to the back of his knees. He takes the cuff of the coat, folding it for a better fit.
    “Thank you. You didn’t have to do this.”
    “You’re extremely welcome, Gabrielle. I wouldn’t want you to catch a virus and become ill.”
    “What about you? Won’t you get cold?”
    “I’m a big boy. I think I can handle it.”
    Yes, you are.
    I admire his size as he says this. Yes, big is an excellent word to describe him, not only his physical appearance but personality and life. Hunt grabs my hand and rushes us out the door.
    On the street, he walks to a black Land Rover, opening the passenger door for me. I climb in, and he buckles my restraint, leaning over me, so I can smell the scent of his delicious, expensive shampoo.
    He turns his lovely face to mine, so close, the tips of our noses graze and