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I think of ideas when I run. Good ideas. Ideas about my business, how to entertain my fans, how to market my videos and my clothing brand.
Instead, however, I am in bed.
With a pillow over my head.
I roll to the side, hoping the layers of goose down will drown out the barking. Nope. It didn’t work at three a.m. when this ruckus started, and it’s still not working now.
I groan and flop to the other side.
Then, the infernal, relentless, monotonous sound of Zoey’s barking stops.
Silence—beautiful silence—greets my ears.
“Thank you,” I murmur sleepily.
There is no one to hear me. My big bed is empty, and that is fine with me. When I remove my makeshift earmuffs, I spot the alarm clock perched on my bedside table.
It is now 6:00 in the morning. Gwen must be here.
Gwen…
I thought about her last night.
More than necessary, given that she’s nothing but my temporary executive assistant. I thought about how it was oddly charming to see her sitting with such familiarity in my entryway. She looked comfortable there on the floor, as though she was in a friend’s home.
I liked the way her auburn hair fell across her face and how she joked with Mr. Brown so sweetly.
I even liked hearing her rattle off those random facts about clogs made of willow wood.
And how nice her laugh was when it escaped her lips. It was a real laugh. Genuine. It lit up her face and her eyes.
Those eyes…
I can still see them when I close mine. The perfect shade of blue-green. I saw them up close when I handed her the house key.
An unexpected jolt of attraction passes through me now. I keep my eyes closed and try to remember how it felt to reach for her hand.
It felt good to touch her, feel the warmth of her hand in my palm.
Unexpectedly good.
Why did it feel that good?
I don’t know. I can’t figure it out. But something about connecting with her… it sent a rush through me. A rush I’ve never experienced in quite that way. My heart picked up pace. My skin felt tingly. My blood raced through my veins.
Right now, as I listen to the merciful silence, I wonder what she’s wearing today.
Another brown sweater?
Would I even mind if she was dressed in another sweater, just as hideous as the one she wore yesterday?
No, I would not mind.
Because no awful, drab, baggy sweater could hide her beauty. The fact is that my new assistant, Gwen Temple, is undeniably beautiful.
But… So what?
It doesn’t matter.
