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explained why her normally short stature easily met his chest
at eye level.
    “I’m fine,
Vincent,” she stressed.
    More than fine. He
must have looked like a fool standing there. Vin snapped out of his fascination
with seeing her for the first time in months. “Tell me you have something else
here to wear.” He waved a hand in a purely guy gesture at her clothing.
    Helen smiled.
“Actually, I keep gym clothes here.” Her cheeks flushed. “I haven’t found time
to use them.”
    As if she needed
to workout. “Good. I need you to change. I can spare five minutes tops then we
gotta ghost.”
    Now, her eyes
glowed with relief and fear. Delicate hands brushed nervously down the sides of
her skirt. She looked anywhere but at him. Awkward in light of the way they’d
ended? He couldn’t fathom. Her gaze landed on the guys with him.
    “Of course. Five
minutes should be sufficient.”
    She hurried over
to a closet blocked by one of those tall fake plants with large green leaves
used to create a home like atmosphere. Why anyone would want work to feel like
home escaped him. Her hip shoved it to the side as she bent over to reach low
in the closet. The gray skirt tightened and moved up an unnecessary inch. One
of his men groaned. Their expressions collectively cleared too quickly for Vin
to identify who needed the beat down.
    When Helen pulled
out a designer gym bag in bright pink, Curtis chuckled and Vin shot him a dark
look. His man blanked his expression instantly. Pink gym bag? Who made that
shit? Then he caught sight of the triangle logo on the front with the letters
LS&G. Her company. Helen hesitated with the bag loosely in her hands. Her
teeth nibbled on her bottom lip. No sign of the confident woman who lead a team
of top developers in the industry.
    “I can change in
the bathroom down the hall.”
    “No.” No telling
what damage existed in the rest of this place. Vin wasn’t letting her out of
his sight. “She needs five.” His men instantly headed for the door. Harkum
paused to hand him back his weapon closing the door behind him.
    Helen wasted no
time. Her fingers flew to the buttons on her top as she began undressing. No
hint of modesty in his presence. His body took notice. How could he not? Vin
tapped the ear com, disconnecting him from the team.
    She dropped the
shirt to the floor unmindful of the flash she provided him. A lacy black bra
barely kept things in place. Vin swallowed, watching the swell of her breasts
as she bent and twisted to unzip the skirt and soon it joined the pink bit of
silk on the floor.
    Dressed in only
heels, black lace panties and bra, she presented every man’s wet dream come to
life. Memories of a similar strip tease under different circumstances bombarded
him. Vin adjusted himself in the black cargo pants, drawing her attention.
     “I assume you can
talk now?” Her finger pointed at her ear before she leaned over and unzipped
the bag to pull out black and blue clothing.
    Vin froze, his
eyes drawn to the arch of her spine when she kicked off the heels and slid her
slender limbs into black athletic pants. Pants that left no secrets by any
stretch of the imagination. Cotton inched lovingly up and molded to her butt
and thighs. Another triangle etched in blue discretely placed at her hip
denoted this as more of her company’s brand. When she stretched to pull the
blue top over her head, Vin choked. The mounds of her breasts rose
tantalizingly close to the edges of those very thin lacy cups.
    He struggled
between wishing for the lush bounty to spill over and praying the flimsy
material could actually contain them. Helen smoothed the blue material down her
torso and the moment was lost. Vin shifted his weapon from his right hand to
his left and leaned his hip against her desk.
    “What’s to talk
about?” No matter what he felt, Vin couldn’t let her back in.
    She paused in a
perfect squat, highlighting a round ass to put on socks then reached in the bag
for a pair of black