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of my office. Without Jett, the house seemed unusually quiet. As I booted up my MacBook from
sleeping mode, I found myself easing slowly into work mode. I looked through the file from front to
back cover, twice, without finding anything that could possibly help. The tax records were fine. The
estate had financial troubles, but they weren t severe enough to push Lucazzone into selling. I had no
idea what else to look for and was about to close the file when the tiny number printed at the bottom
of each page caught my eye. The last page was numbered 147 of 148, meaning one page was missing.
Had it been filed with the others? I couldn t remember having seen it, but I searched the file
twice nonetheless, then my desk and finally the kitchen, without much success. In the end, I decided to
ask Jett about it and commenced my administrative tasks. By the time I finished answering his
principal business correspondence and postponed each and every meeting as per Jett s request, it
was early evening, and the sound of crunching pebbles beneath tires told me it was time to call it a
day.
***
Jett s business meeting hadn t gone well. I could tell by the way he slammed the door shut,
sending a reverberating quake through the floor and walls. I had no idea what to make of it, so I
stayed glued to the spot, inches away from the clothes hanging in my closet, wondering what to wear
tonight. Until now it had always been one business suit after another, intermingled with the occasional
jeans at night. Tonight I felt a need for a change, maybe something risky like a skirt or a dress.
Something to entice the man who hadn t touched me since our outing to the beach. Why? Because I
wanted to get it over and done with.
Anticipation or patience had never been my virtues. I didn t like this waiting game, spending
hours a day in his presence with his sultry eyes on me. Every time he looked at me, it felt as though
his heated gaze was undressing me while sending delicious trembles through my lower body. Ever
since he touched me down there, I could think of nothing but his lips on my skin, teasing, sucking,
sending me over the edge. I wanted to feel that electrifying cascade of emotions again, but I also
intended to repay his efforts this time. The tell-tale tingling of arousal rushed through my belly,
descending into a sensual pull just below my abdomen.
But now wasn t the time.
Pushing Jett to the back of my mind, I dressed in a pencil skirt that fell just below the knees
and a soft Cashmere top with a plunging V neck line. I kept my makeup understated a bit of mascara,
blusher, and a touch of lipstick and eased my ponytail. My hair cascaded down my shoulders in
countless soft ringlets. Pleased, I inspected myself in the mirror.
Not too bad, Stewart.
Okay, I admit I was nowhere near model material, but I had a few things going for me like
my luminous, brown eyes, my round hips, and my thin waist. Besides, Jett had made no secret about
wanting me, so for once the fact that my legs weren t long enough and my cup size could use the boost
of a padded bra didn t bother me.
Biting my lip nervously, I shot the image in the mirror another look and ventured out in search
of my boss.
I found Jett in the living room, standing near the open balcony door with his cell phone
pressed to his ear, and the evening wind ruffling his hair. His back was turned to me, so I had a few
short moments to regard him before he noticed my presence.
He was clad in jeans that hugged his strong thighs and a black tee that accentuated his biceps;
the moisture in his hair shimmered in the light of the chandelier, making me want to run my fingers
through it to test whether it was as soft and luscious as it seemed. He looked so yummy I could have
died on the spot and gone straight to heaven. I groaned against the sudden need pooling between my
legs.
Seriously? He didn t even need to say a word, and I was already considering begging him to
take me. I couldn t be more obvious.
Easy lay.
Knocking lightly on the already open door, I stepped into the living room, my eyes fixed on
anything but Jett. And then he turned and a panty-dropping smile jerked his lips upward. My gaze was
drawn to him magnetically, and everything else was sucked out of my vision.
He was so hot it was unreal.
No, he was a sex god.
My breath hitched in my throat for the umpteenth time since I d met him.
Hey. Had a good day? he asked in a low and throaty tone, sexy as hell.
I swallowed hard, forgetting my voice. He strolled toward me and bent down to place a soft
kiss on my cheek as his hand moved to my lower back, barely touching the soft material of my shirt.
Too close for comfort, too electrifying.
I couldn t breathe. He was so confident it scared the living crap out of me.
Smiling bravely, I took two steps back, forcing myself not to dash for the nearest exit.
It was good. What about you? My voice barely found its way out of my throat.
It s getting better now that I m here with you. Jett s eyes descended into mine, sending my
insides into upheaval. His thumb brushed my lower lip and a frown crossed his features, as though he
couldn t decide whether to kiss it. I wanted to make that decision easy for him so I gently pressed my
mouth against his thumb while my eyes remained connected with him. His breathing became shallow
as I started to suck his finger into my mouth, pulling it in and out.
You re playing with fire, Brooke, Jett said huskily. I don t want you to get burned.
You promised fire. I don t mind a little pain, I whispered against his hand. This was about
the most obvious invitation I had ever spoken to a man. My heart began to beat wildly against my
ribcage, reminding me of a fragile bird in desperate search for a way out of a cage. And in some way
I was a bird, and my life was a cage. While I d never let Jett or any other man inside, I figured I could
safely venture outside for a change, in the hope that I might just forget my past. Be someone else for a
while.
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