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the others started raucous fights that landed them
and several others in jail. The police were called three times last night, and
now I have to deal with a mound of paperwork and inquiries. If I don’t pass,
I’ll be shut down for good.
    I glance at the clock on my laptop screen and close my eyes
for just a minute, but the world doesn’t want to let up on Alexander Pope
today. The phone rings again, obnoxiously, and I reach down to pick it up. As
soon as I see that it’s the extension from the nightclub floor, my heart skips
a beat. They’re already at it again?
    “How many?” I answer the phone with, which seems to throw
the other person off guard. Anna finally responds.
    “None, well, just a woman. She’s here with some official
looking documents and bags. Alex, this looks real .” I wonder if she’s
holding the documents up to the light, and I also wonder what kind of documents
a woman would be carrying around meant for me.
    “I’ll be down in a second.” I’m about to hang up the phone
when Anna tells me to wait. “What?”
    “I think you’ll want to do this in private, Alex.” The tone
of her voice has my eyes narrowing involuntarily and then I hang up the phone.
I’m not going to start a new tradition where women get to come into my office.
This is my private space. Yet the elevator is already on its way up, and I make
a note to check the cameras to see who the idiot that gave this stranger the
passcode was.
    The first person I see when the doors open is Sean. His
hulking frame is standing in front of someone is small in stature, but I can
see the heels behind him before he steps out of her way. Sometimes there is
this moment when a person looks at another human being, and there is this
charge between them in the air. Neither one of them can help the feelings
jolting through their veins because it would be like trying to stop breathing
for an hour.
    Honestly, I can barely remember how we met, and I’m fuzzy on
the details of the night we spent together, but there is just something about
her that I can’t seem to shake. It scares the living daylights out of me, and I
want her to ride back down to the first floor and waltz right out the front
doors. Seeing her brings up something primal in me that I don’t like because
I’m a business man, and we’re not irrational.
    “Alexander Pope?” My name on her lips shakes me from my
reverie, and I nod once as Sean looks at me accusingly. Is it written all over
my face how much just her presence subjects me to whimsical thoughts?
    “It’s alright, Sean. I can take it from here.” I doubt she
would hurt me, although her voice is tremulous. Maybe she’s afraid of heights?
    “You don’t want me to wait?” I watch his eyebrow quirk
pompously and wonder what it is he knows about this woman. Yet I shake my head
without a second thought and wait for him to leave. After all these years, I
still cannot remember her name. I sure do remember the way she said mine,
though.
    “You’ve really made a name for yourself here.” She’s still
standing just off to the side of the elevator doors with a manila envelope in
her hands, and a rather large purse swung over her shoulder. I eyeball the
stilettos and wonder just how short she is without them, and then I find my
gaze running up the length of her legs to the hem of her dress.
    “I’m sorry. Why don’t you have a seat?” When I see the blush
on her cheeks I realize that I’ve embarrassed her by letting my eyes roam, but
I’m a guy. I let my eyes roam all the time, and most women enjoy the attention.
    She’s fidgeting with a ring on one finger, a finger that’s
extremely important. I furrow my brows as I stare at it because it’s not the
one that I remember. So the girl isn’t as much of an innocent as I first
thought, I guess. When she sees me staring at the ring, she stops her fidgeting
and places the manila envelope on her side of the wide desk. I wait patiently
for her to explain.
    “You probably