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they are handsome, and they feed on it. I couldn’t help but appreciate his well-muscled body in the tailored suit, his creamy skin, deep green eyes, and just enough stubble to make it look like he didn’t care. But I knew men like that, I interacted with them my entire college career. Deep down they were just as much of a mess as I was.

    O r worse .

    O h , he cared all right. I could tell just by looking at him.

    “ O h , I had a little accident, a heel and a faulty sidewalk.” I answered finally, when I had my fill.

    “ L et me get some water and at least clean you up.” Those gorgeous eyes dared me to say no, but I was transfixed, unable to do anything but nod.

    H e was gone in a flash , rushing off while I was left to inspect my wounds. My hands were covered in stick red blood; I really must have hit the ground hard. Embarrassment flooded me as I realized exactly what happened. I stumbled into the building looking like a mugging victim, or worse.

    U gh .

    H ow was I ever going to pass this interview? Maybe Madison was right, maybe I was just an affirmative action applicant. Something that they could mark off on their little sheets. Check, a woman interviewed.

    I gritted my teeth and tried not to let all the self-doubt and fear take me over. I was more than just a few checkboxes on an applicant, and I knew it. I had this. I was smart, I did well in all my classes, and I had a friendly personality. At least that was what career services said.

    B efore I had the chance to unravel at the seams, he was back, wet paper towels in hand.

    “ H ere , let me clean that.” Tall and sexy hiked up his designer trousers and got on his hands and knees, taking my left hand and wiping it down. He was gentle with his touch, and his hands were smooth like he had never done a hard days work in his entire life.

    B y the looks of him he probably hadn’t.

    I t didn’t matter , he was rescuing me right there, and that was what counted.

    “ I t looks like you really took a tumble, what happened?” I looked up into concerned eyes.

    “ M y heel broke .”

    “ D amn . You going to be okay, do you need me to get someone to help you home?” he asked, his concern evident. This guy cared, he actually cared, and it came through in the way he talked.

    “ W hat ? No, I have an interview, I can’t miss it. It means everything.” I was at a loss for words. Go in looking like this, or don’t go at all. Those were my only options, and there was no way I was going to let this moment escape. I needed this job, hell, I was determined to get it.

    “ I see . Well, better go barefooted.” He said, scooping up the shoes from me. He took them.

    “ W hat ?”

    “ Y ou can’t walk in those, you will hurt yourself.” His deep voice issued a command, not a request, and it took me aback. Just for a moment. Who was he?

    “ I , I can’t go in there without any shoes on, they won’t even consider me.”

    “ Y es , yes they will. You go in there in spite of all this happening, and I am pretty sure they will more than consider you.” He didn’t even hesitate, like he was so sure of it.

    “ I never got your name ,” I said, my suspicion getting the better of me. I couldn’t help it, he was so damn hot, confident, and he acted like he owned the place.

    “ D ean .” He grabbed my other hand and started cleaning. I couldn’t place the name, maybe he worked there, maybe he worked for, maybe for someone else, but I could tell by looking at him that he mattered. That he was important.

    S hit , it stung. Water poured into my little open scrapes making my eyes water.

    “ A va .” I answered, giving him my name. “Just Ava.”

    “ N o last name ?” He asked, giving her a wink.

    “ W hat , oh, yeah, Jacobs. Ava Jacobs.”

    “ N ice to meet you , Ava Jacobs,” the lip quirked up, just a little, “well, you should be all cleaned up and ready to go. You said you are interviewing today?” There it was again, that sweet,