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"How about I bring in creae?"

"Sure" She was distracted already by the paper jaain, it was his first day at a new job She had a tiny shred of syined that he was anxious and they hadn’t exactly gotten off to the best start Having your main support person in a corporate environun is not the best way to enter into a new position It was his fault though, so she only had a shred of syo to hell

"Sharpie?" He see into those weird, green eyes The guy kne this worked, right?

"You've worked in an office before? Cubicle fare box for nine hours a day?" Exasperated, she brushed her hands on the carpet and got back to work on the toner "If you don't mark your food, someone else will take it"

He crouched down to nearly her level, his scent preceding him, a rush of citrus and musk and spicy soap "I'll just consider it my contribution Anyone can have some I'll shoulder the sacrifice" As his mouth formed the word "sacrifice" and whispered it with a sensual sarcasm, it was like a whispered prayer that o hot

For some reason he closed his eyes and took yet another deep breath Lydia really started to wonder about this guy It gave her an opportunity to really take a good look at hiht waves, even though it was closely cropped, and she wondered what he would look like if he grew it longer His neck had that sinewed look, that of not just a guy orked out in a gyuy as an outdoorsman, someone who kayaked and canoed and maybe was a rock clirated it into his life

His hands were a little too manicured They didn’t quite uy His shirt was open, the top two buttons undone, tucked into a nipped waist that narrowed down from broad shoulders, and then there was that ass She hadn’t seen so, and as the copier churned away she just stood there right next to hi it all in

"Like the view?" She snapped her head up and found those unnatural green eyes laughing at her, hisdesperately not to chuckle – but those eyes betrayed hithe uh, copier, uh, uht to herself What in the hell a lot thiswith the words on the printed page" He winked

She snorted "Are you really co yourself to Christian Grey?" she asked, one eyebrow cocked, a look of incredulity and oh, coed, with a self-assurance she nor the executives Matt looked like he lucked into this job, and could have been delivering pizzas teeks ago What kind of ance hter poured out of her even as she struggled to get the copier to stop leaving black streaks on all the left-hand corners of the pages, her mind and hands so busy her professional filter faded a bit "You don't exactly look like a billionaire"

"You wouldn’t know a billionaire if he stared you in the face," he said flatly

Smirk "It’s not like you run into billionaires every day at the office Especially at a co to his coffee, she added, "Bet he doesn't drink that shit"

So in his eyes, the way his nostrils flared and his jaw opened then clenched, made her think she'd crossed a line Pull it back in "Even Dave doesn't drink it"

"Dave?"

"Our boss," she said slowly, as if talking to a small child "Dave Crawford Director of Co so Glanced at his cup, then peered at her "What does Dave drink?"

"Starbucks Double soy latte" She knew the order by heart And she should – he sent her out for one every day

He frowned, the look not unappealing There was a strength in hiet it for hi fire inside that was ripshit pissed about being someone's paid ass wiper Dave said his time was valuable, but so was hers

"Why?"

"Why?"

"Is there an echo in here?" His eyebrows shot up and he stood before her, hands on hips, de, he was succeeding Briefly

She found her brain and answered, "This is what the director of communications told me to do" Sickly sweet, syrupy derision filled her voice

"Then I need to fire that idiot because that's really uncalled for"

"Uhh, Matt? You can’t fire him He’s your boss It's not like you're Michael Bournhae, so she pushed hiht over as best she could

She looked at Matt and narrowed her eyes, peering at hi his features openly Finally, she felt like she could say what she wanted to say for the past hours "You know, you actually look like hi Lydia – that was really definitive

"Yeah," he said "I get that a lot"