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massage.
    “A little.”  I feel completely relaxed and loose.  I didn’t realise how tense I actually was until he worked my muscles.
    “Good.” He kisses the top of my head and walks around to grab the bag he placed on the floor earlier.  He opens it up to reveal it’s actually one of those cooler bag things.  He takes out a salad roll and hands it to me before setting his own down on my desk.
    “Be right back.”  He ducks out of the room only to return minutes later with a bottle of beer for him and a glass of white wine for me.
    “Stealing from my bar now, Zeke?” I tease, cocking a questioning eyebrow.
    “Don’t worry, I’ll pay you back later,” he returns with a suggestive lilt to his voice, and then he adds a goddamn sexy as fuck wink – sexy as fuck because he combines it with a steamy smirk.
    I grind my teeth in frustration when my stomach clenches and butterflies begin to swarm.  The sexual tension in the air is thick and it makes it hard to breath…or maybe that’s just me, turned on as Hell and finding it hard to get enough oxygen into my lungs to calm the heck down.
    I unwrap my roll and take a bite before looking over at Zeke, who’s taking a swig of his beer.
    “So, how was your day?” I ask, attempting a normal conversation with him.
    “Why, it was pleasant, dear.  How was yours?” A small smile plays on his lips as he speaks with a shameful English accent.
    I burst out laughing and almost choke on my food.  “You’re such a tool,” I say through my laughter.
    “Yeah, but I’m a tool who can make you laugh.”
    I nod in agreement.  “True.  But am I laughing at you or with you?”
    He reaches across the desk and uses his thumb to wipe a spot of mayonnaise off the edge of my lip.  My mouth waters when, while keeping total eye contact, he brings his thumb to his mouth and sucks it.
    Holy shit!
    “Finish your sandwich,” he murmurs, before taking a bite of his own.
    Without a smart remark in sight, I do as I’m told and finish my sandwich.
     
    “Are you done for tonight?” Zeke asks, nodding toward the paperwork littering my desk.  We’re both standing, ready to head out after finishing our impromptu, indoor picnic.  My head feels a little light thanks to the three and- a half glasses of wine I consumed, but at least the constant headache I’ve sported over the last few weeks has dissipated.
    “Yeah, pretty much.” I shrug.
    “What were you working on earlier?”
    “Just questions for the interviews I have tomorrow.”  I stifle a yawn.
    “Do you mind?” he asks, motioning to the papers with my scratchy handwriting scrawled over them.
    “Not at all.”
    He picks them up and quickly scans through them, nodding as he reads.
    “These are good.  How many candidates do you have?”
    “Three.  Hopefully they all work out because I have three positions available and I need to fill them yesterday.”
    “You will,” he says firmly.
    “Hope you’re right.”
    “I am.”  He walks over to me, bringing his body as close to mine as he can without touching.  My breath catches in my throat and I slowly bring my eyes up to meet his.  “Say you’ll go on a date with me, Sienna.”
    “Didn’t we just have a date?” I ask weakly.
    “No, baby.  A date with me involves me picking you up, taking you somewhere nice to eat and then bringing you back home and pressing you deep into a wall while my tongue makes friends with yours.”  His voice is rough and deep and my entire body quivers.
    “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
    “Sienna, it’s a great idea.”
    “You don’t understand, Zeke.  I just…it’s not that I don’t want to.  It’s that I can’t .”  I try to explain without giving too much away.
    “Just give me one chance.  One date.”
    “I can’t,” I say softly, swallowing the lump in my throat.
    He takes another step and he body melds with mine.  The firmness of his, the perfect accompaniment to the softness of mine.
    Oh,