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him, and it is a blatant mistake. He stands with hands in his pockets in a nonchalant sort of pose. My mouth starts watering. Focus.
    "Excuse me?" I ask.
    "You're kidding right now, right? That stunt you just pulled with Marcus. Is this all because I grabbed your ass?" He is coming dangerously close to being crude, and I decide to get right to the point.
    "Is this because I offered him my number, and not you?"
    His mouth forms a hard line, and he is all tough CEO, but I am no mouse and I stare right back. After a moment, he is trying to hold back his smile.
    "Maybe it is ." He pouts.
    When Jeremy pouts, it's a remarkable sight. I gulp over my last thought.
    "Well, I wou ld say I'm sorry, but I'm not."
    As if dumbfounded , he continues, "Why Marcus? Why him? He's been a drunk slob all night!"
    Is he really putting down his friend? I wonder if talking about his friends this way is a habit.
    I turn to look away because I can't think of a logical response. He knows I am attracted to him, and I will not let him take advantage of that fact. I can tell he thinks it's funny that I am giving him the silent treatment, and it annoys me. He riles me up!
    He leans in somewhat close, and in a mocking tone , he says, "Is it these blue eyes? Are they too much for you?"
    Before I can stop it , a laugh erupts from my mouth, and I look at him and roll my eyes.
    "Mr. Hunt, you are definitely not used to not getting what you want, and it almost pleases me that I can affect you so."
    He bites his lip, nodding his head as he looks away.
    "You're toying with me."
    Another laugh escapes my lips, and I stop that onslaught too. He is right, and it is kind of fun doing it. He sighs as if defeated. Maybe he is throwing up the white flag, and I can move on.
    "Well, Miss … what is your last name?"
    "Turner." Eek. I flinch at the idiot that I am. That is my fucking real name. Derek is going to be pissed.
    "Well, Miss Turner, if you're done not letting me get what I want, I'd like to give you a ride home."
    Oh no, you don't. Where is this cab?
    "No, thank you." A strange pull compels me to look at him. He is staring at me now, and it’s overwhelming. His eyes are intense and hypnotizing.
    "No. It really is OK. I can give you a ride," he persists.
    "I'd prefer you didn't."
    He runs his hand through his blond hair, clearly exasperated with the turn of events and me.
    "You really enjoy damaging my ego this much?"
    I smirk. "If that's what I am doing, I'm sorry. It's not my intention. I just think it's better I take a cab."
    "Hmm." Another sound of defeat . "Then let me get you a cab."
    I open my mouth to stop him, but before I can, he raises his arm, and as if he summons one out of thin air, a yellow cab pulls up immediately. This man is definitely used to getting what he wants when he wants it.
    I fumble with my words, confused with the interaction. "Uh-um, thank you, Mr. Hunt."
    He sighs and rolls his eyes as he opens the door for me. "Please, just Jeremy."
    I bite my lip. Why do I feel guilty?
    "Thank you, Jeremy."
    He closes the door once I have tucked my legs inside, and again, before I can stop him, he leans in through the passenger window and says to the cabbie, "Please take this nice young lady anywhere she needs to go." Without a second thought, he slips the driver a hundred-dollar bill. I gasp at his kindness, and before I can even protest or give thanks, he cuts me off. "It was a pleasure, Miss Turner. Goodnight."
    All I want to do is tell him I prefer Alex , but the cab speeds away. The image of those glacier blue eyes on that perfect face lingers in my mind's eye.
    My stomach squirms with nerves. Trying to regain some of my equilibrium, I tell the cabbie, "Please take me to the Back Bay area, thank you."
    I sigh and fall back into my seat, watching the streetlights zoom by.
    I should be thinking about Marcus Gibbs and when he will call me, but I am more distracted with the idea of Jeremy Hunt.
    Fuck.

CHAPTER THREE
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