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She's…Jesus. I drop my arms back to my sides and blink, trying to process the chaos currently coursing through me. A landslide roars through me, toppling entire sections of my soul in its wake. My heart pounds a frenetic, dizzying rhythm, the throb of my cock beating in syncopation. There's something about her…something sofamiliarand yet I'd stake my life on the fact that I've never met her before in my life.
She's tiny, curled up into a little ball on the sofa as if to make herself as small as possible. Even that doesn't hide the lush curves of her body from my gaze. The swells of her breasts rising and falling with each deep breath she takes, the generous flare of her hips…the thickness of her thighs. She can't be any older than twenty-two or twenty-three, but she has the ripe, luscious body of a woman a decade older.
Her hair is a strange mix of deep browns and black, the kind women pay a fortune for at the salon. But I don't think hers came from a box or a colorist. It fits her too well.Everythingabout her fits her too well, from her beautiful body to her sun-kissed skin to her adorable pout. Dark brows crinkle in her sleep before smoothing again. Her round cheeks are pink, as if she's dreaming things she shouldn't be. It makes me curious as hell to know what's going on behind those closed eyes. Her eyes…. What color are they? Brown? Green? Blue? The fact that I don't already know bothers me.
I watch her for a long moment, my feet rooted in place.
She's a masterpiece. Every little part of her is utter perfection, as if it were handcrafted specifically to check every one of my boxes. And my dick has never been this hard in my life.
I feel like an asshole for staring at her, thinking filthy thoughts about her…yet the civilized part of my brain short circuited, leaving some primal, predatory part in charge. That part…Christ, that part likes every filthy thought currently running through my head. This angel on her knees with my dick between her lips. Her bent over my desk with that long hair wrapped around my fist… Those pouty lips crying out my name while I pump into her from behind.
Tate. Tate. Oh god, harder please.
Ah, hell.
I turn on my heel and flee the room like the hounds of hell are nipping at my heels.
"There's a woman in my office," I growl as soon as I find Jules at her desk.
She lifts her gaze from her computer screen, staring at me levelly.
"Whyis there a woman in my office?"
"We already had this conversation, Tate," she says, looking at me like I'm crazy.
"We most definitely did not fucking talk about the woman sleeping in my office," I growl, glaring at her. "I think I'd remember that."
"Aww, she's sleeping?"
"Jules!"
"Tate!"
I pinch the bridge of my nose. "Why is there a woman sleeping in my office?"
"Uh, because she's tired?" Jules gives me another look that says she's questioning my intelligence. "It's not even seven and she drove in from Houston to meet you this morning. She's probably exhausted, poor thing. I think she's been sleeping in the waiting room at the hospital."
She's been sleeping in a waiting room? Why is my blood pressure rising at the thought of her sleeping in the waiting room?
"She drove here from Houston this morning?"
Jules nods.
Fucking hell. Sheisexhausted.
"You could have warned me she was in my office," I mutter without heat.
"I told you that you had a consult."
"I thought you meant later."
"Did I say you had a consult later? No. I said you were late."
"Shit."
"You're cursing an awful lot this morning."
I huff out a curse and then turn a sharp glare on Jules before she can comment on it. She holds up her hands in a gesture of surrender, pressing her lips together in a tight line as if to indicate she's not going to say a word. I'm almost positive she's only doing it to keep from laughing at me, but I let that slide.
