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yes they are.
Worse than bad. And if that moron next to me looks down my shirt one more time,
he’s going to be wearing his next martini.” I wouldn’t waste a beer on such a
pervert.
    Kara’s brows rose.
“Tell me you’re kidding. Tell me you’re being paranoid.”
    I pointed to my
chest. “When the girls are uncomfortable and start blushing, it’s true.”
    Her eyes rolled.
“Fine. I’ll sit next to him. However, we are staying for one more drink.”
    “He won’t have to
peek much,” I said.
    Kara cannot go out
without her cleavage on display. My name
is Kara. Going to bar. Must show
boobs .
    “Maybe he’ll put a
dollar or two in there.” I pointed to her chest.
    “Shut up,” she said,
laughing and reaching for the door. “Let’s go.”
    “Where did you meet
these turds again?” I jerked my purse from the counter.
    “I just know Nick.”
    My brows rose in question.
    “The peeker. He
works in my building. Different firm though.”
    “So they’re all
friends?”
    She held the door,
making sure of my exit. “Apparently.”
    “Wonder what it’s
like in a room with the three of them all talking nonsense and not listening to
one thing the other says,” I said, breezing past her.
    Kara snorted.
“You’ve been away from men too long.”
    “Well, this isn’t
helping.”
    “Keep an open mind.
First impressions aren’t always correct,” she said from behind me as we strode
down the hall.
    “I’m not expecting
Prince Charming, but those three are wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am all the way. Is a
little interest, a little romance, a first date with a toe-curling kiss too
much to ask for?” I inquired over my shoulder.
    “Maybe you need a
wham-bam to get back into business. Like, get it over then move on to the
romance and the toe-curling kisses.”
    “Harrumph,” escaped
me before we came out of the hallway and into the main bar.
    Three steps into the
room, I stopped dead in my tracks. I became a deer in headlights when I noticed
a person sitting sideways at the bar. Dark brown hair. Square jaw. Dark, winged
brows. Sensual lips with a rocks glass pressed to them. I gaped as he tipped
the glass higher and amber liquid touched his lips.
    Kara ran into my
shoulder. “What the hell?” she asked, rubbing her jaw and stepping next to me.
“Don’t pull this again. It’s only one more drink.”
    “It’s him,” I
somehow said, though still in shock. “My lunch guy.”
    “Him? What are you
talking—” She followed my frozen gawk. “Holy shit, Naomi! He’s the guy you watch at lunch? That’s not a bike—that’s a luxury
car! Like an Aston Martin!” Kara had a thing for luxury cars. And shoes. And
clothes. And purses.
    I nodded as the
woman next to him gave him a sultry stare. Jealousy flared within in me.
Hopefully the daydream kind, but yeah, he was an Aston Martin compared to the
three ten-speeds waiting in the other room.
    Kara smacked her
forehead. “I should have known. Why didn’t my stupid ass put two and two
together when you described him? You know who he is, right?”
    Locked on him, my
eyes turned huge. “What? No.”
    “He’s—”
    “Aggggg, not
listening to Kara.” I covered my ears. “Don’t tell me.”
    Sure, I stalked him
at lunch, but I didn’t want the possibility of becoming a full-time stalker.
More than that, I didn’t want my lustful lunchtime fantasies ruined by reality.
I was more than aware of it being a fantasy. I liked it as a fantasy.
    Kara’s mouth stopped
moving and I uncovered my ears.
    “He’s one of the two
CEOs who run the advertising firm your company works for. His name is Reese Jordon. His firm requests temps from us
all the time. He’s like the new and
upcoming ad executive. Though his company is up and coming, he comes from old,
old money. He’s like the most wanted
bachelor in the city. He dates models, actresses, socialites, and even a
ballerina—”
    “Enough,” I snapped.
    Smilingnaughtily, she wound her arm around
mine.