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tennis shirt embossed with our corporate logo, and khaki pants. Even dressed down, the man was all that. Now that I had gotten a better view of those abs, I had an overwhelming urge to reach out and squeeze them. I couldn’t deny it—the man was making me crazy.
“Let me get up so you can claim your seat,” he laughed, showing those straight white teeth that reminded me of the sexy actor Taye Diggs.
I smiled, somewhat shyly. “Thank you, sir. Good afternoon.”
“Oh, let’s not go back to that formality. We had a great lunch the other day and I thought all those barriers came down with the meal. Deal?”
“Deal.”
As I moved into my assigned seat, we briefly brushed against each other and my nipples instantly hardened like he had stroked them. Drake smelled divine.
“Excuse me,” I said, catching my breath.
“Sure. You look nice today, but you always look good.”
“Thanks. Are you ready to get started?”
“First, I want to ask you something.”
“Okay.” I looked up at him expectantly, waiting for his question.
“This is totally not business related, but I feel comfortable around you. I hope you feel the same about me.”
I stared at him and searched his face, unsure of what he was going to ask me. I guess Drake saw uncertainty reflected in my eyes.
“Really, my question is nothing major. I went to a nightclub the other night and almost got mobbed by the women there. Are Atlanta women always that aggressive?”
I laughed and exhaled. “I don’t know, I guess so from what I’ve heard. I don’t do the club scene much, but the women in Atlanta are pretty bold. The women-to-men ratio is pretty high, so the competition is fierce and no holds barred.”
“I see. Well, curious minds wanted to know. That’s all. It’s cool. I had women asking me to dance, wanting to buy me drinks and take me home.”
“Welcome to Atlanta.”
He didn’t say anything, just stared at me.
“What?”
“Nothing. I probably shouldn’t say this again, but you are a beautiful woman, Kennedy.”
“And thank you again,” I said, looking off before Drake saw how flustered he was making me.
“No, really, you are gorgeous. Are my comments making you uncomfortable?” he asked, searching my face for answers.
“Of course not. I love being told I’m beautiful by a handsome man,” I said, laughing my nervous giggle. I found myself searching for strands of my hair to twist between my fingers. I forgot it was up in a ponytail. So my hand hung in the air, making me feel foolish.
“You should be used to it by now, Kennedy.” Drake’s eyes never left my face. Was he searching for a reaction?
There was an awkward, uncomfortable silence as I felt my face heat up. In my nervousness, I shuffled the paperwork on his desktop.
“Well, I guess we need to get to work and earn our paychecks. I only have two of your precious hours and we still have a lot to cover.”
“Let’s dig in,” I stated, eager to get back to business-related matters. I was more comfortable discussing clients and their needs.
Drake and I worked steadily for over an hour. I typed codes into his Excel spreadsheet and my neck was getting stiff, so I found myself massaging it with my free hand. Without expecting it, Drake came up behind me.
“Got a kink?”
I nodded and kept typing.
“Here, let me fix that.” Drake proceeded to firmly but gently knead the muscles of my neck with his large hands. It felt so good that I found myself closing my eyes and reclining against his expert hands.
“How’s that? Better?”
“Much better.” I didn’t want him to stop.
“Good,” he said as his hand inched further down. I could feel the heat of his fingertips through my thin cotton shirt. He hesitated.
I froze too, stiff as a board. I didn’t breathe. Didn’t dare to.
“Kennedy, I know this sounds crazy, but I have this overwhelming urge to touch you.”
I didn’t say anything. I didn’t know what to say, or do, because this man was my superior. With my back to him, I