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“Forgive me?” He made pleading eyes at me.
“I’ll think about it.”
Miss Tight Pants appeared behind Dylan, saying she and her friend were leaving, making it obvious she wanted him. I wondered how many of them he took home.
After she left, Dylan turned back to me.
I grinned and tried not to look like it bothered me. “Wow. The thirst is real.”
Get it together, Lana. Stop being so weird.
“What?” he said a little cheekily because I’m sure he knew it was true.
"Don't worry about them," he said quietly. "It's just harmless fun. They keep things entertaining around here."
"Right, of course," I said quickly. "None of my business."
Dylan held my gaze for a beat, his expression unreadable. I looked away, my face growing warm.
“They’re just friendly,” he added casually, like it was no big deal.
But it clearly was a regular thing for him to get hit on by hoards of horny women when he was just trying to work. I guess that hasn’t changed since the last time I saw him.
Maddie reappeared then and scoffed, saving me from having to do it. “Friendly.Right.She was flirting like it was two a.m. and the bars were about to close.”
Dylan laughed and waved her off.
“I’m not interested.” He turned and looked into my eyes. “Not in her anyway.”
“Hey, sorry I’m a little late,” Brent interrupted. “Was just wrapping up a call with a supplier. Ready to start?”
"Yes, let’s get started,” I said, pulling out a folder of materials. “So I figured we could go over the newpromo flyersandbranding guidelinesfirst. And then discuss any upcoming events or partnerships."
Dylan and Brent nodded, settling in to look everything over. We launched into a productive working discussion, going over themarketing timelineand strategies.
"Well, looks like we're all set for now," I said, trying to keep things professional. "We'll be in touch if anything else comes up. Thanks for your time."
Brent gave me a friendly handshake. "Of course, let us know if you need anything else."
Dylan held out his hand to me, giving me his sexy smile and a wink.
"Yeah, reach out any time," Dylan said. "Always happy to collaborate with you."
I cleared my throat, pulling my hand back.
I turned and headed for the exit, not looking back.
What was happening to me?
I prided myself on being professional and composed but a simple work meeting had turned into a mess of jealousy and guilt. Both of which I didn’t want to feel.
I had to get my head on straight.
Time to move forward, not backward.
At least, that's what I told myself. But a small voice inside wondered if moving on from Dylan was really what I wanted at all.
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