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What are the odds?
And this is why I never walk into a meeting unprepared.
Easton said I have nothing to worry about. Judging from the outrageous baby blue eyes looking down at me, I’d venture to say he’s dead wrong. Forget about being caught off guard. I was caught with my panties around my knees. Not good.
You’re a professional.
No way am I allowing long, dark lashes framing dreamy blue eyes to set me off course. I have a reputation to maintain, regardless if my boss-slash-client tips the hotness meter on the Richter scale.
You’re immune.
“It appears I stand corrected,” I say. I take the high road.
“I forgive you,” Beckett says.
“Excuse me?”
“You were wrong. I forgive you,” he says.
“I wasn’t asking for forgiveness,” I tell him.
“I forgive you for causing us to get stuck in an elevator for an hour and I can forgive you for misspeaking just now.”
“You know as well as I do, I had nothing to do with the power outage.”
“I’m playing with you,” he says in a low voice.
My cheeks flame.
I take a step back, but my ass hits the conference table.
“Are you two going to be at it all day or can we get started with the meeting?” Rhys reminds us of his presence.
I straighten my jacket and my vest. “That’s a great idea.”
“What she said,” Beckett says.
Cocky bastard.
I ready myself to sit down, but Beckett pulls my chair out. I didn’t expect the gallantry.
“Thank you.”
When I look up, Rhys is observing us with the same curiosity he would two rare pink dolphins.
I gather Beckett picks up on that because he rushes to a seat next to his business partner. Both men stare at me with different shades of piercing blue eyes for a long beat. I blush under the observation.
Is it warm in here?
Worried I might suffocate, I undo the first button of my blouse and fan myself as discreetly as possible.
Breathe.
Beckett’s head tilted to the side is making me feel very self-conscious. I fumble with the buttons, but he stops me with a few words.
“It looks better undone.”
I must’ve undergone a lobotomy when I crossed the threshold of the building because I drop my hands to the table like a docile child.
