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many unwanted reactions in her. Giving into that fear was the last thing she needed to do.
    Chase was where she’d left him, standing in front of the minivan with his hands braced against the box. He was staring straight ahead, a hard indecipherable look in those dark blue eyes. Every few seconds, the muscle in his jaw jumped, echoing the tension she saw in every line of his body.
    The black suit he wore fit his form perfectly, highlighting his body.
    Chase looked at her out of the corner of his eye, catching her just as she was in the middle of taking him in.
    Aria snapped her eyes back up to his face, feeling her own grow hot. The hard expression he was sporting didn’t change.
    But the way his eyes softened made it obvious that he’d caught her staring.
    Kill me now.
    She’d been pretty much drooling. God help her, admiring. She’d been ogling the man who’d blackmailed her into a date.
    Again.
    “What are you doing here?” She crossed her arms, glaring the hell out of him.
    Instead of answering her, he lifted the box into his arms as if it weighed nothing. “Where were you taking this?”
    For a few seconds, all Aria could do was blink at Chase and take in the sight he made: The put-together business man, in his perfect suit, holding up a box full of canned soup and offering to carry it for her.
    She hated her body . Hated her hormones. Hated her obvious weakness and its connection to her even weaker processors. She hated all of it for pointing out how tall he was, how his arms bulged inside that suit jacket, how his facial features were almost artistic in their masculine beauty—
    “Aria? Where do you want this?”
    What the hell was wrong with her? Was she so desperate that all she could do was think about how gorgeous he was? She should be able to tell him to go to hell and leave her alone. But he was offering her help right then. She couldn’t bring herself to be that much of a bitch, no matter how much he deserved it.
    “Follow me.” She turned around, heading to the building’s service entry. It didn’t even occur to her that she’d left the back of the minivan open until they were at the door. She cursed under her breath, whirling around. “Hold on.”
    His eyes were glued to her back as she jogged back to the car. She felt them. Secretly needed them. They were still locked on her when she turned back around and made her way back to him after locking the car.
    She led him inside and toward the area set aside for the soup kitchen. “Um… in here.” She gestured at the door. It hadn’t crossed her mind that she’d been leading him–a rich CEO–into a soup kitchen, until they were right in front of that door.
    Chase walked passed her , and faltered as soon as he was inside and took a look around. Aria watched him from the door. To his credit, he hesitated for just a second before looking at her over his shoulder. “Where do you want it?”
    His face had gone expressionless again, so she had no clue as to what he was thinking.
    Her response came out meek, shy all of a sudden. “Right there. I have to get everything ready.”
    He lowered the box onto the counter where she’d indicated, bending at the waist to do so since he was so tall. Watching him straighten back up was the same for her as the few times she’d watched porn; she didn’t want to react to it, but there was no ignoring how her blood heated up.
    She’d expected him to leave after that. He didn’t. Chase stood there, studying her so intently that she felt naked all the way down to her soul. “What?” she asked, wrapping her arms around herself. As if that would block the intensity of his eyes.
    She wished it could be that simple.
    “You volunteer here.”
    It wasn’t a question, but she still nodded at him. Any moment now, she was going to see the censure and disgust in his eyes. He was one of those filthy rich men that was used to getting everything he wanted. She doubted that he’d ever understand—
    His blazer came