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That being done, I began to stride toward the door.
“Max! What the fuck are you doing?” Derek sounded amused, outraged, and shocked. “Get back here.”
I couldn’t stop myself from laughing at his demand. “Woof,” I barked, then shooting him a grin, headed out into the outer office, totally ignoring him otherwise.
Confidence wasn’t a problem with me. Not because I was a schmuck, although Derek would probably disagree with that, Alex, my best friend and his brother, would too. But mostly because it just never concerned me.
If Jessica didn’t want to flirt with me, then she didn’t have to flirt with me. It was as easy as that. No harm, no foul.
Striking up a conversation would be easy considering where we were…
“Would you like some coffee?”
Big blue eyes peered over the file she was reading. And boy, were they blue.
What the fuck was it with this woman?
Hair like a shampoo commercial and eyes that belonged on a National Geographic cover.
Wow. They were like sapphires. As cool as an azure pool I wanted to dive into, or as fresh and sparkling as the Mauritius Ocean.
She took me in lazily, then, when she’d finished and she realized who I was, she stiffened. Her shoulders dropped and her eyes widened as she put two and two together.
“Sir? You want coffee? I can run to Starbucks if you’d like?” Her shoulders were ramrod straight now. Such a perfect line that I could have set a ruler on them.
“No, not for me. For you.” I smiled at her, charmed when she blushed. “You looked busy.”
Her gaze darted from me to the office opposite her where I’d been sitting a few moments ago and where my PA, her boss, was undoubtedly gawking at the show in front of him.
“Is this a joke?” she asked, after she’d nibbled at her lip a second.
“No. I’m going to get some coffee and wondered if you’d like some too.”
She frowned, seeming stymied by my logic. “But you said you didn’t want coffee.”
“I did?” I thought about that a second, then shrugged it off. “I meant, I do want coffee, but I don’t need you to get it for me. I want to get some for you.”
When she looked even more confused, and I started to wonder if all that hair and those eyes were to make up for a deficient IQ, I just sighed. “Coffee? Yes or no?”
Another blink that shielded those diamond bright eyes from me.
She was just so incredibly beautiful.
Her face was round like a pixie’s and that fucking hair swirled over her shoulders in a way that reminded me of a woman’s hair underwater. It seemed to ripple, which I knew was impossible, but still, each slight movement of her head made it appear that way.
Her nose was as cute as a button and had freckles on it to boot.
She wore a white shirt, a neat black skirt, and low, smart heels. All in all, temp clothes for a job in an office. Inoffensive, unremarkable, but still, they missed rather than hit because to me, she was totally remarkable.
That she could look sexy in the blandest outfit I’d ever seen? Hell, it was like a miracle gone wrong or something.
Once again, my thoughts skewed to the bedroom. What would she look like underneath the bland wardrobe-equivalent of a paper sack? I couldn’t help but wonder. Couldn’t stop myself from picturing the shape underneath all the baggy fabric.
More than anything, I saw those clothes on my bedroom floor.
Hell, I’d totally sleep on my mattress and not my sofa if it meant she was between the sheets with me too.
“Was there something else, sir?” she asked, her voice a low whisper, but still, loud enough to jerk me from my heady thoughts.
