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involved myself with anyone’s
brother.   Nor did I believe in anything
at first sight.   I wasn’t a romantic, if anything I was the complete opposite.   My reputation was one I earned, and something
I didn’t allow to bother me as I’ve been label cold,
and my favorite, inaccessible.   My
reputation worked well for me.   I liked
my reputation, it kept most clear from me and only
those who had the courage to come forth.  
    Now, here I was, not understanding how in the world he had
me in such an unfamiliar place.
    Maybe it was just being caught off guard in my home, that had me.   Yes, that had to be it, along with the simple fact, I hadn’t been with anyone in some time now.  
    Sex…that was the attraction and need, which had me, wanting
him like a schoolgirl .
    It had to be.  
    I could fix that problem easily maintaining my rule, no
friends’ brothers.   However, his scent
still lingered in my nose, as was the way his eyes barred into me.  
    Crap I’m in trouble.
    I would need to stay away from the apartment as much as
possible.
    Suddenly, my state of feeling hungover was no longer a problem.   Now it was the
idea of Charlie staying in my apartment a full week.

Chapter 2

 
 
    Shit.   I think that
has become my word of the day.
    I ran into the office building waving a hello to Peter at
the security desk. He was a kind older man whom always made my day. He always
offered some type of wisdom when he thought I needed it. This seemed to be a
lot these days.
    Ugh, I seriously hate elevators today…Perhaps they are all
conspiring against me? I laughed to myself.
    I kept hitting the button, and nothing…of course six
elevators, and not one when you freakin need it.
    I stood, and anxiously tapped my foot. Ok, patience was
undeniably something I lacked. Looking down at the marble floor, the scent
rocked me. I knew that cologne, familiar, not like the apartment but very
familiar…I just didn’t know from where?   It was mixed with
Julie’s brother’s cologne, or maybe this was my lack of sex conjuring it.
    I turned looking to my left then to my right. Pursing my
lips and scrunching my brows, I wasn’t sure where it
was coming from.
    Finally, the elevator door opened. Pausing and biting my
lower lip, I shook my head.
    “Good morning Lil.”   The voice, female and devious, with the charm of the Midwest.   Willing myself to smile, and shake my head
out of my stupidity, I sighed. Gathering my composure, I looked up at Sam from
Hr.   Sam had become both my friend, and happy hour partner for the better part of the
past two years.   She was roughly the same
height as me; however, she was extremely slender.   I envied her legs, which seemed to go on
forever, and her perfect hair that held a more strawberry blonde tint.   She looked like the prom queen from high
school in some Midwest town. I had to admit she even carried the country girl
charm.
    “Good morning Sam.” I stepped in. And pressed the top floor.
    “I hear there’s something big going down today.” She
offered as if she was in the know .
    “Hmm, I’m not sure.” Sighing, “I’ll be in meetings all day,
but not sure why? Mr. Leiber had me change up his schedule only yesterday to
fit these meetings in never saying what they were to entail.”
    “I’m not actually supposed to comment, but word is we were
taken over by some prodigious corporation based out of London.”   She pursed her lips tight and raised her
brows. I knew I could count on her to spill.
    “Interesting, I hadn’t heard anything,” Biting down on my
lip, I shuffled my stance nervously without realizing that I was even doing it.
    “No-one one had. This was a hush, hush.” Sam shook her
head, clearly missing my display of nerves.   Which, I was grateful for.   I
never lacked control of my emotions, and I do mean never.   Her presence though, I guess she pulled the
need to trust her out of me.   I use the
term lightly, as I trust no one. Well, perhaps one