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“Hello.”
    “I’m so sorry about the way I stormed into your office the other day. I realize I was wrong,” says the voice.
    I sigh. This had to be the crazy brunette. “Uh, it’s okay.”
    “No, it’s not. I made myself look like an idiot.”
    Well, that’s kind of true. “Don’t worry about it. It’s water under the bridge.”
    “Thank you.”
    “No problem.”
    There’s a brief silence, and then she says, “So do you want to hang out again sometime?”
    “Uh, no thanks, sweetie. I have my hands a little full right now with work but thanks for the offer,” I say as I hang up.
    I knew where the conversation was going, and I really didn’t feel like going there again.
    The only woman occupying my thoughts was Tara, and that’s how it was going to stay—at least until I figured out if she was worth my time.
    And right now, I really hope that she is.
     
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter Six
     
    Tara
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

 
     
     
     
    I walk into Hudson Enterprises dressed in an all-white suit with my hair pulled up in a bun. My fists are clenched as I walk but I am hiding my anger in an attempt be productive. After this meeting, I am due to meet the councilor again to propose a higher price.
    Each step with softened by deep breaths as I don’t think yelling and screaming will produce anything productive today.
    Once off the elevator, I see an office with glass doors and big, bold letters that says “Alexander Hudson, CEO.” His assistant is sitting at a desk, engrossed in something she was doing on the computer. I walk over to her and put on my best smile, hoping to smooth her over a little so that she’ll let me in to see her boss.
    “I’m here to see Mr. Hudson,” I say as politely as I can.
    She looks up at me with perfect eyes. “Do you have an appointment?”
    “No, I don’t, but I really need to see him. It’s important.”
    “So you should call and make one because I’m under strict orders not to let anyone in unless they have an appointment.”
    A little bit of the anger slips out through gritted teeth, “I would like to see Mr. Hudson now. I’m not some tired little groupie; I’m here to discuss business—very important business. And if you don’t, I will shove that phone so far down your throat that you’ll only be able to make phone calls using your belly button.”
    The poor woman is opening her mouth to say something when the doors to the office open.
    Damn.
    There he is.
    Sexy. Tall. Seductive.
    Damn it.
    This was not a good idea.
    Alexander is standing at the office door in a black tailored suit and a pair of shoes that I know cost at least a grand.
    He’s smiling, and not just any smile—it’s a huge grin, as if he finds this whole situation amusing.
    “Tara, I thought that you might come here. Come in and have a seat,” he says as turns and settles behind his large oak desk.
    I throw a death stare at his assistant as I walk into his office, but she only rolls her eyes. I’m sure she’s seen worse.
    As I walk into Alexander’s office, I am impressed. His desk space is about as large as my entire office. And his office is about as large as my apartment.
    There’s a huge cherry oak bookshelf on the side of the room, big screen TVs on the back wall, pictures and models of buildings that he’s developed, and various pictures of him shaking other people’s hands.
    He motions for me to take a seat so I do.
    I’m still fuming mad, but I’m trying to hold it in check, hoping that this meeting goes fine.
    It is already starting to look bad for me, especially since I just threatened his assistant.
    “So, Tara, what brings a beautiful lady like you to my office this early in the morning?” he asks. “Do you miss me already? I must say that I miss you a little. You’ve been on my mind quite a lot.”
    I roll my eyes. “Don’t try and sweet talk me mister. I think you know exactly why I’m sitting in your office; you’re a smart businessman.