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doing or why he was staring at me
like that, but I couldn’t. I was consumed.
    He broke the silence first. “Do you have plans
tonight?”
    I almost answered no, but remembered I did.
Thankfully, I did have plans. “I do, actually.”
    “A date?”
    “Nooo…” I said slowly, looking at him, puzzled,
while playing with my necklace. The question was kind of blunt and
a bit forward. I didn’t know the man from Adam yet he was already
touching base with my personal life. It was kind of rude for him to
ask, but for some reason felt kind of flattering too. “I’m going
out with some people from work.”
    His mouth opened slightly and he nodded his head
like a light went off inside. “Ah yes, Tipsy Tuesday. How could I
have forgotten?”
    “Tipsy Tuesday?” I questioned. “I didn’t know it
had a title.”
    “Oh. Well, you’ve been misinformed. It’s a
company tradition amongst all of you. Our employees have been doing
it for years. Be warned, there’s Thirsty Thursday, too.”
    “All of you ?” I asked with a raised brow.
I didn’t miss that affirmation.
    He chuckled. “My apologies. I meant nothing by
it.” He grinned, running his opened hand down his chest, smoothing
down his tie. “Executive mistake.”
    I narrowed my eyes and crossed my arms over my
chest. “Uh huh,” I said, trying to act tough and irritated. But who
was I trying to kid, he was too gorgeous, and that grin…I couldn’t
help but smile.
    Acting relieved, he ran his hand across his
forehead. “Phew. That would have really blown it for me if you
didn’t.”
    Blown it for him ? Mr. Executive Elevator
Guy is interested? No! He can’t. We can’t. He’s my boss’s brother.
My boss’s very good looking brother that happens to smell amazing,
but nonetheless, he’s Connie’s brother and I’m pretty sure Connie
might actually breathe fire. The last thing I want to do is piss
her off.
    Avoiding his grin and keeping things
professional, I switched the topic. “Do you want me to give those
to Connie for you?” I asked, glancing down at the manila folder in
his hand, remembering he needed to have Connie sign some documents
for him.
    “Oh, uh, no,” he snapped out of his stare and
answered, exposing the name tag clasped to his belt.
    Miles Blackwell. Not Walters. Hmm, I
wondered why they had different last names. Is Connie married? I
didn’t remember seeing a wedding band on her finger. Maybe
divorced? I definitely could understand that.
    “I’ll just put them on her desk, thanks.”
    With a tight grin, I nodded my head, and
politely answered, “Okay.”
    “Enjoy your evening, Ms. Reynolds,” he added
before walking the few short feet to Connie’s door, going right in
and placing the folder on her desk. I watched as he did; taking
notice of his broad shoulders, smooth skin, and well-defined jaw.
Although I couldn’t act upon my attraction, I could certainly
admire; like an art gallery with portraits too expensive to buy or
touch, everything still okay to look at.
    When he left, he just simply smiled and
continued down the hallway to the elevators. A heavy feeling filled
my chest that he didn’t stop and chat some more, but that’s what
needed to happen; friendly business etiquette. No matter how you
saw it, though, it sucked. If I were to have a relationship with
anyone here in New York, he would be the person I’d pick—
professional, successful, and drop dead gorgeous. Just my luck, he
had to be related to my boss. It didn’t seem to matter to him, but
it did to me. I needed my job; I couldn’t afford to lose it.
     

     
    At exactly five o’clock, Sami stood beside my
desk, waiting for me to finish up my work for the day. Of course,
Connie called at quarter of needing me to switch around a few
things in her schedule for tomorrow. Sami said she probably did it
on purpose. I wouldn’t put it past her, especially with the new
knowledge that the executives were well aware of our Tuesday
evening festivities.
    “Alright.