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They’re flirting I think because she looks dopey-eyed at hi past her shoulder

And straight at lance away

Wynn jerks her head in the direction of Callan "What’s up with hi little friend hanging right by him, and he won’t take his eyes off you"

I don’t dare turn I shrug in my best attempt at nonchalance "I work for him, he’s probably uncomfortable that he can’t be as bad as he likes because I’m here," I say playfully

I feel hinetized to his

He stands there as if he knows he is good looking tilance at e a subtle look thatmoment I study his face without hurry, feature by feature His eyes drink me up too

And suddenly I can’t stand the intensity of his stare, even from across the roo for a little place here that doesn’t have hi and hear his footsteps come closer I open the next door frantically and findinto a utility closet, and as I realize it’s the wrong door, he takes old-bronze eyes are full of expectation "Were you not going to say hello?"

"Not really"

He just smiles and crosses his aretup "Gold, huh?"

There’s a teasing light in his hazel eyes, un corporate life, I live for the weekends"

"And I live to see you in that little outfit"

So fizzles warmly inside my stomach at his words "Please save your antics"

"It’s a cohtful sot thenize one"

Nervous by his teasing, I move a step back and bump into a bunch of shelves

He surveys ht?"

"Yes, but not for you"

"I’d like to talk"

"Talk to the tart you’re with"

"That tart is a good friend of mine and heiress to the Darhausen Wine dynasty"

"There are tarts in every tier of life Yours happens to be wearing real diah notroo room And I know naked, and that’s not it," he says with a seductive crinkle of his eyes, taking a step forward

This is his home?

Shocked, I turn and he touches ertips on , I spin away to avoid the contact

"Tell me what’s on your mind"

I exhale