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I quickly change the subject "What about you? I’ Monday"

Lexie snorts She’s a second-year associate like me, whichlegal briefs for the partners upstairs Unlike o back in first thing in theall hands on deck"

I groan "Is this what you i at my reflection, and horrified to see shadows under my eyes I scra all day and night in that building, eating lunch at our desks and for what? So so corporation can find a loophole in their contracts?"

"It’s only for another few years," Lexie re upbeat "Everyone kills the out Only the fittest survive," she beams at her reflection, "and to the victor, the corner office!"

"And a heart attack before they turn thirty-five," I joke, trying to pin back my curls But, as usual, they refuse to surrender

"C’mon," Lexie beckons from the door "I promise I won’t abandon you to that stuffed shirt Who knows? After a couple of glasses of chane, maybe he’ll loosen up Or you will," she winks, and I can’t help but s aout froht pink I couldn’t resist "But hey, behind this, he won’t even be able to tell when I’ the ribbons behind eous No long do you think we’ll make it before they call us back in to work?"

"Don’t!" I protest, following her out of the bathrooain!"

An hour later, I’ve changedto cut short this nighton the stand, talking about her kids, but I could tell it was all for show…"

I stare longingly over his shoulder at the main room Lexie’s abandonedan aes ive hiet another drink," I interrupt hiive hiive hi free for the h the croanting to put as lance back to check on Grant, he’s already hitting on some poor waitress Douche I don’t knohatus up Does he really think I’d want to sharedesperate mothers locked up in jail?

Grant wouldn’t be the type of man to stop in thehand on their arlass

Not like my rescuer, the man with the mysterious sain, but I can’t forget that moment, suspended in the middle of all the city noise and rush He looked athours and frustrating work In his arms, none of it mattered I wasn’t frazzled or bored or restless anymore

I felt alive

I reach the bar and hop up on a stool "Martini, please," I tell the baruessed" A voice co every sense inback to life "Not when you taste so sweet"

My pulse kicks I almost don’t want to turn, just in case I find another stuffed shirt acolyte ofa snize that voice…

Please be him Please be him

I look over, andagainst the bar besidethat looks like scotch The same dark eyes behind that black silk bandana, the saally handsome in that perfect black tux, and for a s my drink, so I take a sip as I scramble to stay cool

"How do you knoe’ve "

The man smirks "I’d know those lips anywhere"

He reaches over and brushes his thuaze as ripples of heat shiver through ain Awake, and full of rebellious energy God, I’ nu what’s the point of it all For once, I want to stop pretending to be soulp of my drink, then hop down fro out my hand I step back towards the dance floor and beckon