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He held his breath, half waiting for security to kick him out for even daring to ask for one of the most powerful women in the city.
    But instead of kicking him out, the receptionist’s grin got wider as she stood. “Mr. Carey. You’re scheduled in conference room twelve. It’’s right over here.”
    Huh , he thought. This really was happening. He’d assumed that after Victoria completely blew him off at the party, he’d go on living his life, forever remembering her as the socialite who brushed him off after he saved her life.
    Maybe she’d come to her senses and called the police. Of course, if that was the case, he should be at the police station, not “conference room twelve.”
    The receptionist held open the door to the conference room for him. “Here you go. Would you like some coffee or a bottle of water?”
    Dean took in the massive table in the center of the room. It was in the same style as the rest of the office, with a light finished wood surface and stainless steel pillars holding it up. The far wall was entirely made of windows that overlooked the city skyline. He then remembered that he’d been asked a question. “No. No coffee, thanks.”
    The woman smiled. “Well, my name is Denise. Let me know if you need anything. I’ll let Victoria know that you’re here.””
    He nodded as Denise let the door fall shut. He thought back to the brief phone conversation with Victoria. She said she’d make this worth his while. What the hell did that mean? Pay minimum wage for his time plus mileage? Or maybe she’’d give him some sort of reward for saving her.
    He didn’t want to be greedy, but he sure as heck wouldn’t mind an extra chunk of change. Though, Greg hadn’t been lying about the rich guy needing help. He’’d made a few hundred from only helping Greg out for eight hours on Sunday.
    Even though Greg could get cheap labor if he wanted, Dean was certified and had more experience than a bunch of the young high school dropouts who knew how to wire in a light switch and suddenly thought they were experts.
    So between Greg and Grace, he’d had a lucrative weekend. Now after he paid his truck payment and got groceries for the week, he’d have a bit more to store in Katy’s college fund……
    The door pushed open. Victoria walked in with a man in jeans and a sport coat following her. “Dean,” she said with a smile. “I’’m really happy you made it.”
    She looked completely different than she had at the fancy party. Her hair was pulled back in a tight braid. Her eyes were wider, fresher looking with the bright sunlight streaming in through the wall of windows. Though every other employee was dressed casually, she still looked like a CEO in heels, a skirt, and green blouse.
    Her knee-length skirt was perfectly appropriate, but he couldn’t help his eyes from zooming in on the amount of exposed leg. He had the sudden, intense urge to run his hand along the smooth calf exposed, up to her thigh until he pushed the skirt higher and higher.
    He blinked and snapped out of it. “Morning,” he said, only then noticing the feminine silk scarf wrapped around her neck. Hopefully the bruises weren’t too bad, but obviously they were visible enough that makeup couldn’t hide them.
    The man behind her held out a hand. “Gordon Walker.”
    Dean met Gordon’s handshake. The man was as tall as Dean, but probably had a good two decades on him, evidenced by the graying hair and completely gray beard.
    “Gordon is what I like to call a problem solver.” Victoria sat down and motioned for the men to follow suit.
    Dean sat across the table from her and eyed Gordon. “I can’t help but notice he’s not a cop.”
    Victoria was straight-faced. “No. As I said, he’s a problem solver and my head of security. And, I’m not sure if you’re aware, but I have problems, Mr. Carey.”
    His brows drew together. “Bigger problems than someone trying to kill you?”
    She shrugged. “What do you know