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than these two standing not ten feet in front of her. And here she was, Natalie “Bookworm” Parker going to speak with them.
    Missing nothing, Dylan watched as the mystery woman approached, and again, he got that unfamiliar buzz throughout his body.
    Feeling dwarfed standing near these two statuesque men, Natalie’s internal butterflies swarmed in a frenzy.
    It was now or never, she needed to make this proposal before she lost her nerve; not that she had much nerve in the first place.
    “Dylan, I apologize again for my earlier behavior. My name is Natalie.” She extended her small hand out, in what she hoped, was a non-shaking manner.
    Natalie . The name seemed to suit her. Dylan guessed her to be in her mid-twenties. Her golden blonde hair brushed her shoulders in what looked to be long layers that needed a trim. Her small face had well-proportioned features, but again, her glasses were wrong for her facial structure. He allowed his eyes to roam in a way that gave him a full view of her but wasn’t leering. He noticed her petite body was covered from head to toe in the sort of clothing that screamed innocence and purity. Yet he had to hand it to her, her spine was ridge rod straight and she seemed confident in her intentions. He estimated her height to be about 5 ' 1 " or 5 ' 2 " bringing her to be no taller than his collarbone and weighing no more than one of the concrete powder bags from one of his work sites.
    Without even looking, Dylan knew, Wes was assessing Natalie as well. Wes Thompson missed nothing. His calm and cool demeanor often gave the impression that he was impassive, however, Dylan knew Wes was as far opposite as that description could be. His ability to dissect and analyze any situation into an outcome in his favor was just one of Wes’ many talents.
    Taking her much smaller hand into his large one, the warmness that radiated from such a small part made Dylan not want to let go and caused his mind to go to a dirty place.
    Quickly recovering, he responded, “Nice to meet you Natalie. Are you sure you are all right from our run in?”
    “Oh yes, yes, I’m fine. As I was saying before, I’d like to propose a business arrangement to you. If you could allow me some of your time to make my pitch and then I will leave you be to make the decision as to whether you would be willing to agree,” Natalie said in her best teacher voice. When she graduated with her teaching degree, she never thought she would use any of her Public Speaking tips to proposition such a sexy man to teach her the art of doing wicked things.
    Dylan had to admit he was quite intrigued as to what such “arrangement” this woman could be willing to offer to him. And he wasn’t the only one. Wes stood silently off to the side while watching this interaction between his longtime friend/sometime business associate and this mysterious woman. She wasn’t the usual type that Dylan was known to attract, but then again, Dylan wasn’t bias in attraction criteria. Wes could tell that this new female was quite nervous; if the pulse beat in her throat were any indication.
    “D, I’ll catch up with you later,” Wes said, as he shook Dylan’s hand and gave a gentlemanly nod of his head toward the petite seemingly virtuous one named Natalie.
    “Yeah Wes, we’ll catch up later.” Dylan watched Wes walk away, affording him and Natalie as much privacy as a somewhat full bar could allow.
    Watching as she blinked rapidly but keeping a pleasant smile on her small face, Dylan smiled back and said softly, “Shall we?” He indicated the table on his left.
    “Is there any place more private we could speak?” Natalie said, nervously looking around the place as people went about what she only could assume was normalcy at a local pub.
    Unable to contain his smirk, Dylan folded his arms over his powerful chest and looked down at the obvious nerves and timidity that Natalie was trying so hard to hide. Trying to gauge her reaction, Dylan said