Beginnings (Brady Trilogy)

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had been spending some time on the beach. Her long beautifully tanned legs were proof enough. Luke noticed he wasn’t the only guy staring as Linda caught the attention of a few guys and gestured them towards them. After a few more drinks he noticed the newly formed group turn towards the dance floor. Isabel hesitated but Linda lightly pushed her towards one of the men they had attracted. One who didn’t pass the opportunity to grab Isabel’s hand and walk her towards center stage. Luke’s Irish blood boiled as the man ran his hands up and down Isabel’s back after pulling her close.
    Linda, with her eagle eyes, caught Luke’ s furious look as he watched Isabel. Well well, she thought to herself, seems like the feeling between these two is mutual. Things were going to get quite interesting in the office soon she mused.
    He cursed himself for being irritated. After almost kissing her at her front door, Luke had become more determined to stay away from her. He forcefully turned his attention to his date. Unfortunately the woman couldn’t hold a decent conversation and her only talents were revealed in bed. Luke told himself he would only stay there for a while longer and then continue his date as planned. But his raging curiosity had him staying behind and secretly watching Isabel most of the night like some kind of obsessed creep. He didn’t like the way her head fell on the shoulder of the guy when he made her laugh. He didn’t like how she giggled when he attempted to dip her while dancing. And he sure didn’t like the way the douchebag didn’t take his hands off of her by caressing her back and teasing her hair. But most of all he didn’t like the way all of this made him feel. Why did he care who she danced with and how they touched her? It was none of his concern. She was his employee not his possession. He knew he could never be that free with Isabel. It just wasn’t set out that way for them. Yet he almost broke into a wild frenzy when he watched Isabel leave the scene with that same man’s arm draped over her shoulder.
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    Monday morning Isabel sat at her desk nursing a massive headache. Massaging her throbbing temples she was glad for once the office was empty allowing her to enjoy the complete silence.  For some reason her hangover had lasted her a few days. Just goes to show how weak she was against alcohol and she could just kill Linda for it. But she smiled to herself. For once in a long time she had a great social night and had to be grateful to Linda.
    “Rough night?” Luke startled her as he dropped a handful of heavy files on top of her desk.
    “Geez, you scared me. I didn’t know anyone was in the office.” Isabel quickly began organizing the files he had dropped.
    Ignoring her accusation Luke continued to look at her. He had never been more frustrated with a woman than he was with her and it irritated him that he allowed it. He was tempted to ask if she went home with that guy from Clay’s but he knew it would be out of line. So he took out his anger another way. “I had asked these files to be completed and on my desk last week.” He scolded.
    “I thought I had completed it and returned them back to you.” Isabel said confused.
    “They aren’t complete. I don’t like the format of the prints. I want it redone.” He continued in the same annoyed tone.
    “I’m sorry Luke I will definitely look through it again.” Isabel’s hands hurried through the files.
    “I don’t pay you to be sorry . I pay you to get the job done right the first time. If men at Clay’s bar are going to be a distraction and impair your judgment at work then I suggest you figure a way around it.” Luke was more irritated with himself than her he realized. What the hell was he doing speaking to her like that and brining up Clay’s? Two whole days had passed by and he still couldn’t get the image of another man’s hands on her out of his

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