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Willis?”
    Mr. Green’s sharp tone snapped her out of her fantasy, and she looked up to find both men staring expectantly at her. “Sure, sounds great,” she offered quickly, hoping the generic response would cover all her bases.
    “Well, I can’t force you,” Mr. Green sighed, “though I do wish you’d reconsider, particularly in the early part of your relationship.”
    Reconsider what? What did I just agree to? A slender finger of fear wormed its way into Abby’s stomach as she realized Mr. Green’s look of annoyance had given way to one of concern, and apparently it was directed towards her. She started to speak up, to admit she didn’t know what they’d been talking about and make them repeat the conversation, but then Chris took her hand and the shivers that raced up her arm chased away the fear. Without another word, he led her from the building to the car waiting outside.
    He waived the driver away from the car door and helped her into the sedan himself, pressing a cell phone into her hand as she slipped inside. “My number is already in it,” he told her. “Give me a call when you get home so I know you’ve made it safely.”
    She nodded once and then pulled back as he shut the door and motioned for the driver to take her home. Leaning her head against the back of the seat, she let her eyelids sag shut and tried to process all that had happened in the short time she’d spent inside. Chris Antonopoulos was more than she could have hoped for. Handsome, sexy, maybe even a little dangerous. The tattoos and wild hair certainly lent him an untamed, unpredictable air. She never would have imagined blue eyes could burn so hotly, and his touch was electric. He brought me balloons.
    So why did Mr. Green seem so concerned? Was it because Chris didn’t lay out a bunch of rules for her to follow? Or was it because he didn’t follow Mr. Green’s own rules and played the game how he wanted to? The more she thought about it, the more the latter seemed to make sense. By the time the car pulled up in front of her apartment, she had convinced herself that Mr. Green had simply been upset that his usual protocols hadn’t been observed.
    As she headed up the walk to her door, she pulled up the contact list on her new phone. The only name listed was Daddy, and she quickly pressed the call button. He answered on the second ring, just as she was letting herself into her apartment, and she felt her heart jump at the sound of his voice. A strange mix of emotions seized her then—an inordinate sense of pride in following his instructions and an eager hope that he would be proud of her for doing so. The emotion carried over into her voice as she spoke up.
    “Hey, Daddy, I’m home.”

Chapter Four
     
     
    Fridays at work were generally relaxed thanks to the bulk of the production department’s job being done for the week, but the lack of nicotine was quickly taking its toll on Abby’s mood. She’d woken up full of positive determination, but by nine found herself contemplating a quick smoke in the bathroom. Surely they’d never know, she tried to convince herself. It’s the bathroom. Who would see me?
    She was just about to make a break for it when one of the receptionists came back carrying a basket containing an assortment of sugar free gums, electronic cigarettes, assorted flavors of suckers, and nicotine patches.
    “Looks like someone’s quitting,” she grinned as she placed it on Abby’s desk. “A delivery guy just dropped it off a few minutes ago, though I’m sorry to report it wasn’t that sexy beast that was here a few days ago.” She pretended to fan herself with her hand and laughed. It was obvious Chris had made quite an impression on the female members of the staff.
    As Abby rifled through the basket, a small crowd began to gather, and word of Abby’s resolution to stop smoking spread like wildfire throughout the building. Within minutes, a spirited argument broke out over whether or not she