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But as for Amelia, he needed to make sure she was okay. If only so Aidan didn’t kick his ass if he learned Amelia spent an entire Friday afternoon sat staring at a fucking painting on her own.
Joking aside, they were a close family, and he wanted to do his part, so Blake pushed his executive leather chair back and walked over to the coat rack.
Tugging on his woolen jacket, he said goodbye to his PA. “I’m off. See you on Monday.”
“Oh. Have a good weekend, Mr. Dufort,” she said, sounding a little surprised. It wasn’t like him to leave the office early.
By the time he stepped outside, his car was pulling up.
“Hey, boss,” Gerald, his driver, greeted him as he opened the door.
“You still working on the weather?” Blake asked.
Gerald laughed. “Yes sir, still working on the weather. Summer is just around the corner.”
It was their daily joke.
They pulled out into the traffic and made it to the Penn Museum in ten minutes. Not bad for a busy Friday afternoon while snowing. Blake sat in the car staring at the entrance for a long moment and formulated a plan.
He had dinner plans at eight, so could spend a bit of time with Amelia once he found her. Maybe take her for a cocktail, get her smiling again. Then be home in time to change and meet up with his friend Taylor and the two women he’d lined up for them.
Taylor was interested in Rhonda, but they worked together, so breaching that friend’s barrier had been hard for the guy.
After spotting a holiday snap on her desk, he’d messaged Blake a photo saying, “Double date this chick with me, and I’ll let you take the Ferrari for a weekend.”
Blake had laughed. He could buy his own if he wanted one, but he’d play along. Plus, he’d heard enough about this Rhonda the past few months. Who was he to cock block the guy? So he’d said yes.
The next minute, Rhonda thought she was double dating to hook him up with her friend, Bella.
Bella looked boring. Like she worked in a library and her idea of a good time was reorganizing her shelves and drinking hot chocolates.
She looked like she could do with a good fucking and, who knew, if she was hotter in real life, he might see if she sucks cock.
Blake tucked his coat around him, and exited the vehicle, walking with conviction toward the entrance.
Damn, I haven’t thought this through,he realized as he paid some money and stepped into the vast museum.
For over forty minutes, Blake walked through the museum, going from room to room.
“Fucking hell,” he said when he saw his four hundredth Egyptian statue.
Someone cleared their throat.
Whatever.
He turned to go back the way he’d come, and then a flash of blonde hair caught his attention.
Amelia? Spinning, Blake went to head around the corner—Smash.
“Argh!” a female voice cried.
Blake felt the small body slam into his chest and before he could steady her, she fell on her ass, papers flying everywhere.
He glanced down at the mousy woman and forced back his curse. God damn, now he was going to lose Amelia.
Blake took a quick step and reached—crunch.
“Oh my God, stop. My glasses. You idiot,” the mousy girl yelled at him, her hand covering her face in distress.
