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were on Justin; watching him as he walked around to his desk.
    I loved the way he moved. I mean, he had this relaxed way of walking but as he walked, you could see the strength of his character coming through. It was the way he carried himself. Justin was confident–comfortable in his own skin. He wasn’t afraid of being judged. He didn’t seem to care what anyone thought of him. If someone didn’t like him; I think he would just shrug it off. He wasn’t interested in impressing anyone. He was just who he was. No complications.
    The main editor walked over to talk to him. It gave me more time to watch as he stayed standing.
    While he talked with Keith, Justin’s hand came up and gripped the back of his neck. Something trembled low in my belly as I remembered those long fingers touching me.
    I still liked the shape of his head, the curve of his jaw. I don’t know. Justin was just perfectly proportioned; it was like he’d been airbrushed in real life.
    Keith said something and Justin nodded, his hand falling. Then Justin turned as Keith walked away. Justin’s gaze didn’t lift, he didn’t catch me watching. He was looking at his computer screen as he sat down, his lips parting to let out a short sigh as he sat.
    That meant he was working on something complicated. I’d started really noticing the sound of his little sighs that drifted across the desk. It meant he was thinking, working something out in his head.
    The thought of his broad lips parting, of how they’d just opened a little as he sat, had my blood heating, sensations teasing me between my legs. Had someone turned up the heater in the air-con?
    “Hey. What do you think?” Becky hit my shoulder with the back of her hand.
    I didn’t know what she was asking; I hadn’t been listening to them.
    “Girls!”
    Keith saved me anyway. He’d seen we were just talking. Becky and Crystal immediately turned away.
    I sat back down; my mind spinning with unvoiced questions I wouldn’t admit to, my imagination fixating on Justin’s lips and his hands.
    I don’t remember fixating on anything about Daniel, my ex. Daniel had always just been Daniel. We’d known each other for years before we got together. Our parents were friends. They’d pushed us together.
    At the time, I thought I’d wanted that.
    I looked up, but I couldn’t see Justin around my computer. The way he moved played through my head; his confidence, his simplicity. No secrets. No games. No disguises and false fronts.
    God how refreshing was that.
    Daniel had been too like my dad in personality. But then I hadn’t known what Dad was really like at the time I’d started with Daniel. I’d been blind still. Seriously, it was as if I had never opened my eyes until the night everything had gone wrong.
    How had I not known Dad was cheating; and how had I not seen how self-centered and pathetic Daniel was. I wasn’t even sure he’d loved me at all. He’d loved himself, and he wanted to look good, and have the sort of influence my dad had. I was just part of that package. The girl who would look right on his arm. The girl whose inheritance would help fund the political career he was aiming for. The girl who knew how to act in that world… Except, I wasn’t going to play any part in it. I hadn’t even known everyone else was acting until my eyes had been ripped open.
    I’d had to wake up and grow up quick.. I’d cut my ties with my parents’ wealth and their world and just walked away.
    Dad hadn’t cut me off. My trust fund money was still sitting in an account. Untouched. It felt like blood money. I didn’t want it. I was making my own mark on the world. Doing what I wanted, not what they wanted. As far as I was concerned, I had no obligation to them. They’d lied to me, pretended they were something they were not. Just like Daniel.
    There was another whisper of a sigh from the other side of the block of desks. I saw Justin’s arm lift and his palm settled on top of his head as he stared