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watch him, the way his lips moved to cover the opening of the lid, the slight view of his tongue. His mouth fascinated her. Like the effect his voice seemed to have on her,she was certain she didn’t want to know why his mouth fascinated her.
    Well, she knew why. It was the same reason an endless stream of beautiful women were constantly on his arm. The same reason she did as much talking to the press about his personal life as she did about his professional life. Gage Forrester was one sexy man. Even she could admit that.
    In theory, she liked sexy men, at least from a distance. When said sexy man was her boss, it made life a bit more complicated. It didn’t really matter, though. Business was business and she had no intention of crossing any lines with him. She wasn’t his type anyway. He liked party girls. The shallower, and the shorter the skirt, the better. And he definitely wasn’t her type. Of course, she wasn’t entirely certain what her type was as far as practical application went. Judging by her recent string of failed dates she didn’t really have a type.
    “How many shots?” he asked, lowering the cup.
    “Quad,” she answered, trying to bring her mind back into the present and away, far, far away, from his lips.
    “Good. It’s going to be a long day.”
    She sat down in the chair by his desk, pulled her notebook out of her briefcase and sat poised with a pen in her hand.
    “Why do you do that?” he asked.
    “Do what?”
    “Take physical notes on paper. You have a million little gadgets for that kind of thing. I know because most of them were purchased with your expense account.”
    “This helps me commit it to memory. I always log it electronically later.”
    A small smile curved his lips, lips she was staring at again. She looked down at her notebook.
    “The England site, how do you feel about the damage control that’s been done there?”
    “Great,” she said. “You have a satellite interview scheduled with one of the news outlets very late tonight. Also, the written release is set to run in major newspapers tomorrow, and you spoke to the organizer of the protests personally, right?”
    “Yes. Nice woman. Didn’t like me very much. I think she called me a … capitalist pig.”
    She looked up and her heart jumped a bit. She looked back down at the lined paper of her notebook. “You kind of are.”
    “A rich one.”
    “Touché.”
    “I was able to explain to her the process by which we’re building the hotel. I also explained, very nicely, how it would help the economy, and that, in addition to the construction workers who have work now, it would provide at least a hundred permanent positions. And the fact that it’s being built on the site of what was essentially a crumbling wreck of an old manor, and not on any farmland, went over well.”
    “All very good,” Lily said, scribbling on her notebook before reaching over to grab her coffee cup off of Gage’s desk and taking a sip.
    In the beginning it had seemed strange, coming in early when no one else was in the building, sitting in Gage’s luxurious office, watching the sunrise, glinting off the bay, and the hundreds of boats moored in the San Diego harbor. It had almost seemed … intimate in some ways. Half the time he hadn’t shaved yet when she arrived, and he would go into his private bathroom that adjoined his office and take care of it before the other staff arrived, but he didn’t bother for her.
    She’d never shared her mornings with a man before, so the insight into the masculine prep-for-the-day routine was an interesting one.
    Then at eight his PA would arrive and Gage would brief him on the schedule for the day and Lily would go to her office. Her new office in Gage’s building. She and her small crew had relocated once she’d realized the constant crosstown commute wasn’t conducive to keeping tabs on her account with Forrestation, and they were essentially the only account she handled personally. Gage kept