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Just then, my phone buzzed. It was a text from Jason.

I’m parked on the curb, should I come in?

I imagined him walking into my office and giving everyone an eyeful of his hotness.

No, I replied quickly. I’ll be right out.

I reached the glass doors and pushed one side open, holding it for Candace while looking around for Jason. There was a black SUV parked right in front of the entrance and as I waited, the rear door opened and he stepped out.

Holy hell!

I heard a whistle behind me, but I didn’t even turn to spare Candace a glance. I was eye-fucking Jason Wild and I didn’t give a damn who saw.

He was wearing a suit—an exquisitely tailored suit. I loved well-manicured fingers, but suits were another matter entirely. A beautiful man in a suit made me weak in the knees. When that man was Jason Wild—well, I could barely stay upright.

I wanted to run my hands through his wavy hair, drown in his beautiful eyes, kiss those sensual lips, tear his clothes off his body…

“Hello, Daphne.” He grinned teasingly, like he knew what I was thinking. He took two steps toward me, sparing a glance at the doors behind me that led into my workplace. “So, this is where you work.”

“Yeah…” I nodded. “I… You look good,” I said, somehow unable to stop myself from saying the only thing running through my mind. He looked like sex on strong, muscular legs, and I desperately wanted a bite.

His eyes twinkled. “I’m cute, and I look good—I should spend a lot more time around you, Daphne. Your compliments are good for my self-confidence.”

I snorted. “You don’t look like you need any help with your self-confidence.”

His arm went around me, and I melted into the exquisite smell of his cologne as he led me to the car. I had to get a hold of myself. He was making a mess of my hormones, and my hormones were making a mess of me.

With his hand on my back, I climbed into the car. He waited till I was seated. “What if,” he said softly, “I don’t need any help with my self-confidence, but I just want to spend a lot more time around you?”

“Do car trips to art galleries count?”

“Depends.” His eyes dropped to my lips. “Is anything interesting going to happen during the ride?”

I bit my lower lip. “What would you call interesting?”

“I can think of a few things.”

“Like…scintillating conversation?” I raised a brow.

He chuckled. “Try again.”

I raised my shoulders in a small shrug. I was enjoying flirting with him, but it was dancing dangerously close to a line I didn’t want to cross for many reasons. “Maybe you should get in the car. We’re going to be late for your sister’s exhibition.”

He laughed softly but closed the door and wa

lked over to the other side, and I took the opportunity to take a few deep breaths to get my body back under control. By the time he joined me in the back, I felt less breathless and hot, and a little more composed.

“Nice car,” I said, slipping in the compliment to stave off any further flirting. I wasn’t sure my self-control could withstand any more of it.

“Thanks.” He motioned toward the driver. “This is Leonard. Leonard, this is Daphne.”

Leonard turned long enough to nod and smile, and I did a small wave. “Hi, Leonard.”

“Hi.”

Jason was looking at me. “So how was work? Did you discover the next J. K. Rowling?”

I laughed, glad he was talking about my work instead of trying to mesmerize me with his eyes. “That only happens once or twice in a lifetime.”


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