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hardwood floors.
    His lips curve up in a mouthwatering
smile. “See anything you like?”
    My blue eyes manage to crawl back up
to his. “Nah, not really.”
    His lips twitch, while the green in
his eyes sparkles. “So, shall we sit?”
    That’s not exactly what I had in mind.
Geez, when did I turn into a sex fiend? After a second or two, I
find my voice. “Sure, let’s.” I try to calm my nerves and the
excitement I feel building in my body with a distraction. The view
seems to work. It’s actually pretty magnificent. Every facet, every
curve, every color, every inch of blue sky is visible from his
floor-to-ceiling windows. Wow. My view of the back alley pales in
comparison. “What a stunning view.”
    I see Dane staring at me from the
corner of my eye. “I was thinking the exact same thing.”
    Shit, he’s flirting with me again. My
cheeks warm and I quickly make an attempt to divert the
conversation. “So, when did you buy this place?”
    He stalks closer to me. “I just closed
last month. I told Robby I want to move forward quickly, so I can
move in within the next three months.”
    “ That’s a pretty aggressive
timeline.”
    “ Well, I’m a pretty
aggressive guy.” Gulp. “Let me get the design plans.” He strides
out of the room, a walking billboard for sex. The temperature in
here is rising quickly.
    I immediately become aware that there
are only two pieces of furniture in the apartment, a sofa and a
coffee table. Dane motions for me to have a seat beside him on the
couch. Taking out my notepad, I lay it on the table.
    “ Come, have a seat next to
me.”
    Cautiously, I make my way over and sit
down, but not too close. Dane smirks. He’s obviously enjoying my
uneasiness.
    “ So, what did you have in
mind?” Could I be any more suggestive?
    I see a hint of wickedness cross his
face. “Well, Gabrielle, that appears to be a very loaded
question.”
    As if I couldn’t embarrass myself any
more with this guy. I attempt to clear my throat and speak. “So,
furniture and color, let’s start there.”
    “ I’m thinking burgundy and
creams. In terms of furniture, I’m clueless, so that’s where I’ll
look to Robby for his expertise.”
    “ Well, the space is vast,
so it can accommodate larger pieces of furniture. Because of the
expansive open floor plan, you’ll need to decide how you want to
break up the space – kitchen, living room, dining room,
etc.”
    “ You certainly seem to know
a lot about design,” he says, “and I’m excited about seeing what
Robby can do with this place.”
    Dane continues to talk, but I’m not
even listening. Some assistant I am. I’m busy admiring the view.
Contoured lips, sculptured shoulders...Fran’s right, I do need to
get laid. And he may be just the man for the job.
    “ So what do you think,
Gabrielle? Or is it okay if I call you Gabby?”
    “ Huh, yes, what was
that?”
    A devilish grin passes over Dane’s
face. I’ve been caught red handed. I play it cool. “Yes, you can
call me Gabby. And I think I’ve got enough information for Robby.
He and I will put together some color swatches and when we meet
again you can decide what you like best.”
    Gathering up my notepad, I make my way
to the door. Dane saunters forward three steps, while I clumsily
take three steps back until I feel a cold surface seeping through
the thin cotton of my blouse. His arms outstretch to the wall
behind me, surrounding me with muscle and virility, and I’m
trapped. I feel like a caged animal; one that’s in heat. My face is
burning from his proximity. His warm breath is inches from my
mouth.
    “ When can I see you again,
Gabby?”
    Those lips are so close now, and they
look so incredibly soft and delicious that I can practically feel
them on mine. He runs his tongue along the contour of his lips and
words escape me, and I press my legs together in hopes that I don’t
come all over his floor.
    My mouth goes dry as I attempt to
swallow the giant lump that’s taken