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into my office, mink coat draped just so, and the smell of ‘Unforgiven’ in the air. Her tits were straining the blouse she wore and I licked my lips thinking about having them in my mouth.
    Focus, Kent.
    “You didn’t call me last night,” she pouted.
    “Oh, baby,” I cringed using the word. “I was so tired.”
    Porsche sat down in the chair in front of my desk and spread her legs for a brief second and I tried to hide my surprise. Her black pubes flashed me before she crossed her legs; I looked at her blonde hair and tried to keep the smile off my face. No wonder she always wanted to have sex with the lights off.
    “Well, can we go out tonight? I’m bored,” Porsche whined.
    “Well, you see… I can’t. I kind of have a date tonight.” Porsche’s eyes almost shot out of her head. I decided to keep talking before her nails-on-a-chalkboard voice sliced my brain in half.
    “It’s been fun, sweetie, but you know how I am. I’m not the marrying type and I don’t do girlfriends. We talked about this, remember?” As I spoke, I sent a text to Anna that simply said ‘911.’
    “But, I’m Porsche Montclair!”
    She knew her name? Wow, I wondered if she knew how to spell it, too?
    “Yes, you are. Which means you could have any man you want.” Yeah, right—if they didn’t expect a brain and could deal with a high-pitched squeal. A knock sounded on my door and I put my hand up to stop Porsche’s next words.
    “Come in.”
    Anna strolled in, files in hand, and smiled at me.
    “Mr. Samson, I have a client ready for you in the boardroom.”
    I looked at my watch and frowned. “Is it that time already?”
    “Yes, sir.”
    “But we weren’t done!” Porsche screeched.
    I saw Anna put her hand to her ear and mouth ‘Ow.’ I had to agree. I was almost home free when Blaine strolled into my office. He looked from me to Porsche to Anna and grinned.
    “What did I miss?” Blaine asked.
    “I’m headed out; I have a meeting with that new client?” I raised a brow at Blaine.
    “New…? Oh! Oh yes, that new client.” Blaine turned to Porsche and put his arm out. “Would you like to accompany me out to dinner at the Four Seasons, Porsche? I’m sure Kent will be quite busy.”
    I kept my face stoic as Porsche’s eyes lit up at the thought of dinner in a fancy restaurant. It didn’t hurt that Blaine was her escort. He’d made a name for himself just like I had.
    “You two go on now.” I shooed them out of my office and looked over my shoulder at Anna. “Thank you, so much.”
    “So I take it Porsche is no more?” Anna grinned.
    I nodded.
    “Well, I have to say, boss, you deserve someone better than her. If I may speak freely?”
    I nodded again and Anna’s cheeks reddened.
    “Just what do I need?” I asked.
    Anna’s smile dimmed and I raised an eyebrow at her.
    “You need someone who will be with you for you , not the man you pretend to be.”
    I sat on my desk and crossed my arms.
    “Who am I?”
    Anna crossed the room and looked at a picture of me in Paris. I was standing in front of the Eiffel Tower with a huge smile on my face. It was the first time I’d ever been there.
    “This is you: all wide-eyed and wondrous like you’re seeing something for the first time and you can appreciate the beauty of it.”
    Anna straightened her skirt and coughed quietly.
    “I’ll just go now. Unless you need anything else?”
    “Nope, I’m good,” I said with a smile that didn’t quite reach my eyes. Because she was right . That Kent Samson was seeing things for the first time. Life was no bed of roses and it wasn’t a given either. You had to work hard to stay on top and knock down those trying to topple you.
    “Have a good night, Anna.”
    * * * *
    I couldn’t decide what to wear and, in the end, picked my favorite faded jeans and a grey sweater. I wrapped one of my favorite matching scarves around my neck and headed out to Rockefeller Center. Traffic was still bustling as people were heading