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other long, tanned hand stretched out on the table in front of him, toward her, as if breaking the distance, toyed with a pen. He twirled the relatively inexpensive pen between his fingers, bringing thoughts of his dexterity abilities to her mind.
    “Is it?” Lola asked, unable to keep the sarcasm from her voice. She continued to place everything on the trays, but she knew he was staring at her. He rose and stepped closer to her. Not that she couldn’t smell him before, but now, she could taste his heavy scent. She never thought anything smelled as good as Adonis did. Stop it Lola! He is not a God. He is flesh and blood, and he is Wes fucking Thompson! But, even that thought, backfired terribly, when she started thinking of all his flesh, especially the flesh that was behind those golden drawstring pants. She couldn’t get those images out of her mind.
    Knowing they only had another minute before someone came to gather them, Wes crowded her further, until there was but only an inch separating them, and easily took the opening offered to him.
    “Whenever I get to lay eyes on you, is a moment I consider nice.” He whispered so close to her ear; if he just extended his tongue out, he would have easily speared the small hoop that was there.
    Before she could think of a retort, she watched his tall form exit the room.
    Now, what the hell did he mean by that? Lola didn’t want to think about Wes Thompson any longer than she had to, but she also knew she wouldn’t be able to think of much else. She was stuck in this thought, when Aimee popped her head back in to the conference room, waking Lola from her mental stutter.
    “Lola, come on, we’re waiting on you. Just leave that stuff, we’ll clean up afterwards.” Aimee said as she looked at her reflection quickly in the mirror on the wall, as she smoothed down her hair.
    “Aimee, I think I better just stay here. You go on. I wouldn’t be doing anything but standing there with nothing to contribute.” Lola said, praying for the reprieve.
    “No way. You promised. I need you there to help with my jitters. Matt Travis makes me nervous.” Aimee said, not telling Lola what kind of nerves she was feeling. Aimee forcefully pulled the tray from Lola’s hands, placing it back on the credenza and pulling her along in her wake.
    “Right this way gentleman, hope you are up for a walk?” Aimee said, trying to keep her eyes averted from Matt’s.
    Lola hung back, allowing Aimee and Jerry to lead, followed by the visitors. But even after only a few of steps, she realized she should have kept pace with Aimee. From here, she had an unobstructed view of Wes Thompson’s ass. Even under his expensive looking casual clothes, Lola could tell the strength that was present there. His gait was smooth and masculine. Lola enjoyed how the bright sunshine showed how light his hair was. His close cut, gave an almost military look, but he was no jarhead. Lola was lost in thoughts of hard muscles under golden skin, large white couches and a private party for two when she collided with said hardness. With an oomph, Lola was caught around her arms by strong but gentle hands, before she landed on the ground.
    “Are you alright?”
    “Yeah, I’m okay.” Lola responded, causing a faint expression of familiarity on Wes’ face. Oh, how perfect would that timing be for him to remember that now?
    Lola gave her head a curt nod of thanks, and walked away to take haven next to Jerry. Lola listened to Aimee explain the reason this location was picked and her thoughts of what the building and grounds should look like after completion of the process. Lola tried to focus on the professionalism and grace Aimee had, but she just couldn’t. She was falling victim to the blue eye stare coming from the other end of their loosely wound circle. She silently prayed he would still be in the darkness, or at least realize their connection when she wasn’t around.
    Aimee pulled Lola from her thoughts. “Lola, was the