Felicity’s eyes rolled up from the paperwork she’d been reviewing to see the smirk on his face, his exceptionally straight white teeth and then there was a dimple. Lawd…
Oh. My.
God. Focus, Felicity. Yeah, he’s fine, but he’s also a pain in the butt. Don’t
let him get to you.
“Good morning,” he said, offering
up a quick smile.
Her lips quivered. Why does he have to be so handsome and
annoying at the same freakin’ time? Why? His smile alone was enough to make
her blush. “I’m busy,” she told him, hoping he’d be on his way.
“That’s not the response you give
someone when they greet you with, good
morning,” he said, staring at her hair up close. It looked soft, hanging
down to her defined collarbone. He wondered how all that hair would feel in his
hands. He had a sudden hankering to touch it, but she’d probably turn into an
EF5 tornado had he done such a thing.
He glanced at her nails. They
were medium length with sharp, pointy tips, painted pink, the same color as her
blouse. Nice, he thought. He’d always
liked the way she carried herself.
“Good morning. Bonjour.” He made
another attempt to give her a chance to properly greet him.
“Why are you bothering me, Regal?
I didn’t invite you to my table,” she said evenly determined not to let him win
or, in other words, get under her skin.
“You didn’t have to. I invited
myself and it’s exactly what you get for trying to hide from me back up in
Gianna’s office.”
Aggravated, Felicity ran her
fingers through her hair. “What are you talking about? Nobody was hiding from
you.”
“Yeah, you were.” He slurped
coffee. “You saw me coming and bolted, huh? I wonder why it’s so difficult for
you to be in my presence. I mean, I know I got swag and all, but you should be able to withstand all this
man, shouldn’t you? Instead, you run and hide.”
She rolled her eyes. “Oh get over
yourself. I had to take a phone call.”
His lips quirked up. He didn’t
buy her story. “Sure you did, Dub.”
“Jeez. There you go with that
crap. What are you even doing here? Don’t you have some buildings to design or
something?”
“Don’t you have some marriages to
orchestrate?”
“That’s what I was trying to do before I was so rudely
interrupted.”
“All because you won’t say good
morning. Pity…”
“Is that what it’s going to take
for you to leave my table?” she asked, looking up at him. He had a smirk on his
handsome face and already looked amused like he was ready with a comeback to
whatever she would dish out.
He lifted a massive shoulder. “Don’t
know. You could give it a shot.”
“Okay. Good morning. Good morning.
Good morning! Happy now?”
His
small smile grew into a much bigger one. Of course, he was happy. He’d
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