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blouse. This skirt hugged my ass and the billowy blouse gave a dose of cleavage that I found alluring. Definitely something a pro ball player’s hot young girlfriend would rock.
    She cringed. “That outfit is overtly sexy. That skirt was supposed to go with a button up.” Her lips pursed prettily but were still accusatory and for the first time, I felt lacking.
    “Um, okay, I didn’t bring any of the button up shirts because I thought they went with the trousers.”
    That’s when Mace made his appearance. Just him entering the room stole her breath. I heard her take an audible breath and hold it. Her eyes widened and her teeth sunk sexily into her bottom lip. The girl was gonzo over the guy. Why the hell did he not see it? I turned and watched as Mason made a slow circle, showing off for the second time this morning, only really making a big deal about it for Rachel’s benefit.
    His grin was wide when he made it all the way around. “Does this say, responsible spokesperson for Power Up sports drink and Quick Runners?”
    Rachel nodded mutely.
    “Apparently, you’re perfect and I look like a sexy ho,” I mumbled but grabbed my purse. Mason’s eyes narrowed and he swung an arm around my waist and brought me close to him. I slammed into his chest and he looked down at me, eyes showing his concern. I glanced at Rachel and she instantly looked away.
    “Hey, you look perfect. Sexy as hell. The media has seen you in jeans and t-shirts all week. Now it’s time to see you looking posh and young. Exactly how I like my women. Besides, do you think the big wigs would think I’d be with some stuck up professional with a stick up her ass?” At that comment, I saw Rachel’s shoulders slump. In her mind, she was the very definition of a stuck up professional and right now, I could see her squeezing those cheeks so tight she could shit diamonds. This did not bode well for my plan “Operation Hook Rachel and Mason Up.” New tactics would have to be drafted and carried out if I had any hope of succeeding.
    I kissed Mason’s cheek then wiped away the lipstick left on his clean-shaven jaw. “Speaking of sexy, doesn’t Rachel look hot in her suit?” I gestured with a head tilt in Rachel’s direction.
    Mason’s lip curled up at each corner showing those drop dead sexy dimples. “I’d do her,” were the stupid words that came out of his mouth. You could take the player out of Boston but you couldn’t take the player out of the man. At this, I punched his arm.
    “How many conversations have we had about you being a jack-ass?” I put up both hands and marked off each finger.
    He rubbed his shoulder. “Sorry, Rach, but I’d totally fuck you.” I punched him again. “Ouch, stop fucking hitting me.”
    “Stop being a dick!”
    That’s when Rachel waded in. “Both of you, stop! Mia, it’s fine. I’m used to Mason’s crass behavior by now.”
    Cringing, I put a hand to my hip. “Doesn’t change the fact that it’s immature and tasteless.”
    Rachel laughed and it sounded like bells jingling. Even her laugh was sweet. “True, but thank you for the compliment, Mr. Murphy.”
    An intense heat hit me like a wall of flames. Mason practically growled a response to her. “How many times do I have to tell you to call me Mason or Mace, Rachel? We’ve known each other for two years. We’re beyond the professional. At least, I’d like to think we are.”
    Her eyes jumped up to meet his and she clasped her hands together and knotted her fingers. “Yes, uh, you’re right. We are. I apologize. Old habits and all that. Shall we go?”
    “Should I change?” I said dryly, really needing to know. I was here to make his image better. I thought I was rocking a kick ass outfit but apparently I needed to be schooled.
    Rachel looked at me once more. “You do look really beautiful, Mia. You always do. I’m sorry, I didn’t respond well. Everything’s fine. Let’s not keep our prospective sponsors waiting.” She opened the