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her, what made her happy and especially what had made her sad. That look held more than just a woman who was afraid of commitment, I just hadn’t been able to figure out what.
    Day one, post bolt, she managed to completely avoid me. I don’t know how she did it. I mean, my father’s firm is pretty big, but not huge. I thought at first she might have called in sick, but that wasn’t Mabry. She’s ambitious, and determined, plus being a first-year lawyer meant a sick day was not an option. Day two, the firm had an early morning breakfast meeting. This meant I did see her, but she wouldn’t make eye contact with me. She’s extremely stubborn. She was so dead set on not looking at me that she almost ran into the door on her way out of the meeting. Today is day three post bolt and I am done giving Ms. Darnell space.
    It’s 6 pm on Friday and the office is deserted except for myself and Ms. Overachiever, who I just saw walk into the firm’s library. I follow her and stop at the door. Shoving my hands in my pockets, I lean one shoulder against the doorframe and watch her. We are so perfect for each other, we’re even dressed similar. She’s wearing a black skirt that hits right above her knees and glides over the curves of her hips and ass as if it’s painted on. I have on a pair of black suit pants. The sleeves of her gray silk shirt are pushed up to her elbows, same as my gray button-down shirt. My black and gray tie is loose and the first couple of buttons of my shirt are undone. Her shoes are the same black stilettos that I love piercing my flesh when her legs are wrapped around me. She walks to one of the tables and starts flipping through the case book. While searching for what she’s looking for, she raises her hand and pushes some hair behind her ear. I watch as the tips of her fingers graze the shell of her ear and then return to flipping pages. Her lower lip slowly disappears into her mouth as her teeth hold it in place. As if on cue, my dick starts to twitch. I close my eyes and take in a deep breath.
    Clearing her throat, voice shaky, she says, “I’m almost done in here if you need to use it.”
    I open my eyes and see the same look I saw the other night. She wants to bolt, but the overachiever in her is keeping her sweet little ass glued to the chair.
    “I don’t need to use the library.”
    “Then did you need something?”
    “You,” I say.
    I push off of the doorframe and head toward her as she gets up to leave. I block her and she backs up from me, but the built-in bookshelves stop her from moving farther away. I get directly in front of her, placing my hands on either side of her shoulders. I lean in as close as possible without touching her. Her eyes are frantic. She doesn’t want to look at me.
    “Brad, I need to go. I have a lot of work to do.”
    “It’s Friday, you have the entire weekend to work. Stop doing this,” I say.
    “What?” She still won’t look at me.
    “Avoiding me. Talk to me, Mabry,” I insist.
    “I don’t have anything to say.”
    “Then you listen to me.” Her eyes inadvertently dart up to mine and I capture her gaze. I lean in so close that I’m within a hair’s-breadth of her face. “I’ve given you space for the past couple of days because I know when I told you I loved you it freaked you out.”
    “Stop saying that.” She tries to shift her gaze away, but can’t.
    “Why should I?”
    “Because we had a deal. We were supposed to stay casual, fun, and breezy. Nothing serious. You knew that going into this.” Her breathing picks up.
    “Things change, Sweetness.”
    “Not for me.”
    “Bullshit.” The look of surprise on her face almost makes me smile. “I know you have strong feelings for me, Mabry.”
    “Of course I like you, Brad. I wouldn’t have had sex with you if I didn’t like you somewhat.”
    The corners of my mouth turn up into a slight grin. I lower the tone of my voice like when I talk dirty to her. “You more than like me