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I could literally be standing exactly where I was weeks ago.
Everything is the same.
The only difference is the time and setting.
Unaware of my presence, she’s tapping away at her keyboard with her eyes glued to her computer screen.
I scan over her clothes, instantly feeling annoyed. She’s wearing a nude-colored camisole top that makes her look like she’s naked. The little strap has slid down her left shoulder, an invitation to ogle the soft swell of her breast peeking over her strapless bra.
The mini chocolate-brown skirt she’s wearing is hardly any better. I’m seeing way too much skin for my liking. Why the hell is she dressed like that with all the contractors milling around? No wonder they don’t mind working late, and they’re not quick to take breaks either.
Aurora is sex on legs with a messy fuck-me-librarian bun rolled up at the back of her head.
I don’t even know why she needs to be here—working.
I’ve wondered on several occasions why she hangs on to this job so much. I understand that it was her mother’s and maybe holding on to it is like keeping her mother close to her heart. But I don’t get her.
In one breath she’s telling me her dreams for writing, and in another she’s here doing administrative work.
She’s an amazing author who could write whatever she wants. Many would kill to have the kind of platform and success she has. Not to mention her other writing experience. Her resume is beyond impressive, so why the hell isn’t she working for some lifestyle mag like she wants to?
And why the fuck did the last place turn her down when she’d worked for them for years?
I looked into all her records, so I know the level of expertise under her name and the work she put in to harness it.
The bottom line is she shouldn’t be here for a number of reasons.
One of them is me.
I take a step forward. The sound of my footstep turns her head toward me.
Her hands still on the keyboard, mid-typing. Aurora stares at me, her expression changing like the colors on a chameleon. They drift from uncertainty to anger and pause on rage. All look sexy on her.
The uncertainty is because she didn’t think I’d come. Everything else on her face are whispers of the woman scorned.
I stop a few paces away, my gaze unwavering, masking the wave of arousal crawling up my insides like a nest of fire ants on a hunt.
“Working on Javier’s quivering dick again, mon cherie?” My gaze flicks from her to the computer screen. I can’t actually see anything from the angle it’s facing, but I like the rattled look on her face.
“What are you doing here?” Indignation flows through her words like a river in a storm.
“Well, hello to you, too, Goddess. I was about to ask you the same thing.” I’m drawn to her bare shoulders when she adjusts the strap of her top. She straightens then stands holding some files, ignoring my comment. “You know we have a fundraiser to attend.”
“I’m not going. I already told your henchmen.”
“Yes, I got the message. That’s why I’m here to get you myself, so come, we’re going.”
“TakeChellewith you.” Her eyes harden and fill with something I’ve never seen on her—envy.It looks misplaced on her beautiful face. Women like her have no reason to be jealous of anybody, yet here she is. “She already has an outfit picked out for the evening. Something low and sexy, just the way you like her.”
Those sound like Chelle’s words.
“Chelle is my assistant.”
She gives me the kind of ill-fated laugh you’d hear from a psychotic prisoner on death row. “Please don’t take me for some kind of idiot. Nobody would be that stupid to believe you. We both know she’s not simplyjustyour assistant.”
“Sheis.” Even though I try to emphasize the truthfulness in my words, there’s an undercut of hidden silence revealing the things I’mnotsaying.
“You have dinner late at night with your assistant? Or invite her to the Four Seasons to spend the night with you in the presidential suite?Ormake sure she knows where you are twenty-four seven so she can tend to yourneeds?”
