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REBECCA
God, why did he have to age so well?
It doesn’t seem fair.
Maybe if he went bald or something, then I wouldn’t be so attracted to him anymore…
Nope.
He looks even better than he did five years ago.
I’ve spent most of the morning keeping myself busy, so I didn’t think about him.
I even took my time filing, even though I could’ve been done two hours ago.
It’s easy work, I’ll give him that.
The difficult part is having to be around him all day long, five days a week.
I tried to stay away from him for all these years, and for what?
The attraction that was once burning between us is still apparently smoldering, because when I sat in his office earlier, I could barely look him in the eyes.
“Hey, Becca. Can you come here a sec?” I hear Steven calling for me from down the hall, and I freeze.
Once I can move again, I quickly put the last piece of paper in the correct folder and put it back in the filing cabinet. I look down at my watch, seeing that it’s already 3:30 p.m.
With the day almost done, what more does he want me to do?
I wanted to finish the paperwork filing and then gather my things to clock out and go home.
With a sigh, I close the drawer and head toward Steven’s office.
My nerves are on high alert the moment I step inside, and he smiles at me.
Instantly, my knees feel weak.
I’m nervous to be alone with him because in the past, I wasn’t very good at keeping my feelings at bay…or my hands to myself.
I’ll have to get over this fear if I want to stack quick cash and get out of my parents’ house.
Damian deserves a better life.
“How was your first day?” Steven quizzes, closing his laptop to give me his undivided attention, which only makes me sweat more.
“Great,” I mutter.
He chuckles, and his gorgeous green eyes practically sparkle.
His dark brown, shaggy hair bounces along with his head as he laughs.
I can’t help but stare at him.
Steven is the definition of tall, dark, and so extremely handsome.
Even his arm muscles threaten to rip through his jacket.
