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didn’t think you’d care.” She paused. “Uh oh, he’s heading this way.”
    Kerrigan turned slightly and saw him walking leisurely toward them. His eyes cemented on her. She blinked fast twice, testing her sight to make certain he wasn’t a mirage. His swagger, bold and confident, yet not arrogant, made him that much more appealing. The gray suit he wore fit his tall muscular frame perfectly. He had on a handsome pair of expensive leather loafers. They were huge. What did they say about men with large feet? The features of his handsome face and brilliant blue eyes came into clear view as he approached.
    A sudden rush of nerves invaded her and butterflies fluttered in her belly. Unleashing a man who was that damn hot on the public should be an act against the law. Why did she have this reaction? Something was wrong with her. No man had ever made her feel this way. With pining eyes, she watched his sculpted jaw line, and shapely lips move as they opened to speak.
    “Good morning, Miss Turner,” Axel said, greeting Ashley coolly.
    Glancing at Kerrigan, Ashley shuffled her feet and twisted her mouth, a wry grin emerging. “Good morning, Mr. Christensen.”
    Then he turned his full attention to Kerrigan. Moving closer, he towered over her and looked down. He extended his hand to greet her and she accepted, placing her hand into his. An immense tingling sensation flooded her, the same feeling she experienced the first time their hands met, stinging her insides and making her lightheaded. Her breath caught as he devoured her with his eyes. Or did she imagine that? Hard and refined, his strapping body couldn’t be hidden beneath the expensive suit. What did he look like without all those clothes on?
    “Welcome. Good to see you again Kerrigan.” Stretching across his stone face like a fissure, a smile formed on his lips. He greeted Kerrigan warmer and friendlier than he had Ashley.
    With her hand still in his, she wobbled on her feet. She’d met good-looking men and had gone out on the occasional date with a few, but Axel Christensen belonged in a league of his own. Nerves taking control, the words in her mind refused to form on her dry lips, and she had to make a concerted effort to reply.
    “Thank you. It's good to see you again, too.” She finally managed to pry her hand out of his grasp.
    The intensity of her attraction to him must have been visible, nearly tangible. The thought harrowing, she wondered if he noticed how she responded to him.
    His hand touched the small of her back as he spoke. “I hope you had no problems getting in this morning,” he said, luring her away from Ashley with a gentle nudge until they reached a secluded corner in the lobby.
    Turning around to lean against the wall, she anchored herself as her legs went limp like wet spaghetti. “I’ve been told that rush hour traffic in Atlanta is terrible. I anticipated it.”
    Hovering over her, he placed his left hand against the wall beside her shoulder and leaned in close. He looked down at her, his head tilted to the side with a focused gaze. Evading his pensive stare, she glimpsed over his shoulder at Ashley who stood at a distance watching them with her mouth agape. Kerrigan’s cold fingers clawed her thighs, her cheeks warmed, and she dipped her head low, embarrassed by the thought that others witnessed her attraction to Mr. Christensen.
    His smoldering gaze stayed fixed to her. “Did you find an apartment and settle in?” he asked, forcing her attention back to him.
    Her eyes darted up to meet his. “Yes, I did.”
    “Where?” he commanded, the pitch of his voice low and his question punctuated.
    The hairs at the nape of her neck stood on end. “Buckhead. Do you know the area?”
    “A little.” Appearing to think her question over, he smiled lazily, not fully committed to the action. “My offer still stands to show you the parts of the city that I do know.” His face tensed, brow furrowed and lips pressed together.
    She