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I’m starting my day by meeting the owner before heading into the office.
    The meeting goes well. Jennifer is a bubbling cauldron of ideas and energy. She’s
     the most ambitious and hard-working woman I’ve ever met. I present some new suggestions
     for exposure and we hammer out the details together. When I leave her office, the
     high of success buoys me the entire trip to Smith and White. I love my job. It’s always
     a challenge and never boring.
    I arrive in the office at ten; the rest of the staff is well into their morning. I
     keep my eyes down as I head to my cubicle, eager to avoid Andrew’s penetrating gaze
     as long as possible. Heat fills my cheeks over Friday night’s antics. God, what was
     I thinking inviting a guy from work to my place?
    Biggest mistake ever.
    I settle my belongings and fire up my laptop. Within minutes I’m logged into the company
     server and skimming emails. One from Andrew catches my eye.
    Do I open it? I doubt he’d act like an idiot at work, so I might as well see what
     he has to say.
    How did the meeting go with Jennifer Stringer?
    Relief pours through at his professional inquiry. Maybe we can pretend Friday night
     didn’t happen. That would make my life sOoOoOooo much easier.
    I send him back a short note. Good, thanks. I’ll be working with the design team closely this week to finalize the
     pitch on the next campaign.
    Want to share lunch to chat about details?
    Dammit. I knew he’d leap to something personal.
    No. Thank you.
    I fire off the last email, then collect the files I need to copy for the designers.
     Maybe in a few days he’ll stop trying so hard and we can return to the way things
     were between us. Professional and slightly distant. Just the way I like it.
    Yeah, because that’s worked so well for you before.
    The hum of the copier distracts me from my thoughts of Andrew Once one section of
     the Stringer file is done, I place it back into the tabs and start with the next.
    “Hey, Carla,” Andrew calls from behind me.
    I glance to see him leaning against the doorframe, and he tosses me a hopeful smile.
     God, it was hell waking up with him in my bed. After a slip up during my first internship
     nine years ago, I vowed to never do anything so stupid again.
    “Hi,” I turn to my task.
    “We still haven’t talked about our night together. How long do you intend to put me
     off?”
    Forever? Damn, I was afraid this would happen. Holding in the heavy sigh longing to
     escape, I face my pushy co-worker. “No offense, but I’m not interested in dating an
     accountant.”
    “Excuse me?” His tone comes out sharper than I’ve ever heard from him. “Do you think
     I’m not worthy of you because of my job ?”
    “Umm… no. Sorry.” That’s exactly it, but saying so is bitchier than I’d like. I switch
     to the next file and give him my back. “Listen, it was a fun night and all, but I
     want more excitement. Something spicy.”
    His footsteps behind me are barely audible over the hum of the copier. Hands rest
     on my hips and I tense. “You have no idea what you want. You could have excitement
     right in front of you and you wouldn’t know what to do about it.”
    Annoyed, I whip around to face him, dislodging his hands. “Really? And you think I
     don’t remember the tolerable three minutes we shared?”
    His deep blue eyes darken in anger and he leans closer, crowding my space. “I think
     you recall someone named Johnny and seem to be attributing some of our time together
     to a dream about him.”
    A blush creeps up my cheeks, I do remember having dreamed about an old college flame,
     but how the hell does he know that? “Umm… I…”
    “You called out his name,” his warm breath tickles my lips, “while I pleasured you.”
    Startled by the revelation, I dart to the side and make for the door. “I don’t know
     what you’re talking about.”
    His voice whispers when the copier cycles down, “You’re sexy when you let down