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He gestured to one of the two seats in front of his glass and chrome desk and waited for me to sits me down in his Aeron chair. Against a backdrop of sky and skyscrapers, Mark looked accomplished and powerful. He was in fact just a junior account manager and

his office was a closet compared to those occupied by directors and executives, but no one could criticize this view.

He leaned back and smiled. “Have you settled into your new apartment ? »

I was surprised he remembered it, but I appreciated it too. I met him during

my second interview and I immediately appreciated it.

“For the most part,” I replied. “Still a few stray boxes here and there.” “You moved from San Diego, right?” Nice city, but very different from New York. Do you miss palm trees?

“I miss the dry air. It takes some time to get used to the humidity here. “Wait until summer comes.” He smiled. “So…it’s your first day and you’re my first assistant, so we'll have to figure that out as we go. I'm not used to delegate, but I'm sure I'll get used to it quickly. I was instantly at ease. “I can’t wait to be a delegate.”

“Having you with me is a big step forward for me, Eva. I wish you were happy to work here. Do you drink coffee?”

“Coffee is one of my main food groups.”“Ah, a helper after my own heart.” His smile widens. "I'm not going to ask you to get some coffee for me, but I wouldn't mind if you helped me figure out how to use the new single-cup coffee makers they just installed in the break rooms.” I smiled. "No problem."

“Is it sad that I don’t have anything else for you?” » He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

"Why don't I show you the accounts I work on and we

Shall we leave from there?”

The rest of the day passed in a blur. Mark contacted two clients and had a long meeting with creative team working on conceptual ideas for a school professions. It was a fascinating process to see how different departments came together. relayed each other to lead a campaign from proposal to implementation. Maybe I stayed late just to get a better idea of the desk layout, but my phone rang at ten to five.

“Mark Garrity’s office.” Eva Tramell speaks.

“Take your ass home so we can go out and get the drink you got checked yesterday."

Cary's fake severity made me smile. “Very good, very good. I'm coming." Turning off my computer, I blanked. When I reached the elevator row, I exited my cell phone to send a quick “On my way” message to Cary. A noise alerted me to the car stopped at my floor and I moved to stand in front, bringing briefly my attention to the send button. When the doors opened, I did a step forward. I looked up to see where I was going and my blue eyes met the mine. My breath caught.

The sex god was the only occupant.His tie was silver and his shirt was bright white, the total absence of color highlighting these amazing blue irises. Standing there with his jacket open and his hands casually stuffed into his pants pockets, seeing him was like running against a wall I didn't know existed.

I stopped suddenly, my gaze fixed on the man who was even more striking than

I didn't remember it. I had never seen hair so black. He was brilliant and slightly long, the ends drifting over his collar. This sexy length was the touch bad boy heat finale on successful businessman, like cream whipped over a hot fudge brownie sundae. As my mother said, only Thieves and looters had hair like that.

My hands clenched to resist the urge to touch him, to see if it felt like to the rich silk it resembled.

The doors began to close. He took a step forward and pressed a button on the

panel to keep them open. “There’s plenty of room for both of us, Eva.” The sound of that smoky, relentless voice broke me out of my momentary daze.

How did he know my name?

Then I remembered he picked up my ID when I dropped it off in the hall. For a second I hesitated to tell him I was waiting for someone so I could get off another car, but my brain came back into action.

What was wrong with me? Obviously he worked in the Crossfire. I don't couldn't avoid him every time I saw him and why should I? If I wanted get to the point where I could look at him and take his warmth for granted, I needed to see it often enough that it becomes like furniture.

Ha! If only.

I got in the car. "THANKS."

He released the button and stepped back again. The doors closed and the elevator began his descent.

I immediately regretted my decision to share the car with him.The awareness of his presence made my skin sting. He was a powerful force in such a small space, radiating a palpable energy and sexual magnetism that made me constantly moving on my feet. My breathing became as erratic as my heart rate. I felt this inexplicable attraction towards him again, as if he exuded a silent request to which I was instinctively inclined to respond.

“Enjoy your first day?” » he asked, surprising me.

His voice echoed, flowing over me in a seductive rhythm. How the hell did he know

Was it my first day?

“Yes, actually,” I replied matter-of-factly. “How was yours?”

I felt his gaze slide over my profile, but I kept my attention focused on Brushed aluminum elevator doors. My heart was beating wildly in my chest, my stomach was shaking madly. I felt disoriented and off my game. "Well, it wasn't my first," he replied with a hint of amusement. " But it’s successful. And it gets better as it progresses.