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“What I was trying to say is that it’s rather cool to be standing out here in a sleeveless blouse.”  He looked down at her sizeable breasts.  “No matter how attractive the view.”
       Bree felt her face flush when he looked back up at her.  His eyes were a soft, violet blue, but had an intensity within them that unnerved her.  “I’m fine,” she said, rubbing her bare arm, realizing for the first time that she had left her jacket in Alan’s office.  “I never really get cold.”
       “That’s because you’re still very young.  Keep living.  You’ll cover up.”  Then he stood to his feet.  “Come here,” he said.
       He began taking off his suit coat as she walked up to him, that earnest, wide-eyed look he remembered from her video piercing her face now.   When he first walked into that board room and saw her on that screen, and looked into those big, sincere eyes of hers that dominated that screen, a strong, almost paternalistic sensation came over him.  He shielded his feelings, years of courtroom experience had made him a master at that, but he had never experienced such a reaction like that before. 
       The selection process required that each applicant send a video explaining their overall legal philosophy.  And there was Bree, sitting on a stool and simply telling what she thought.  She was so naïve, Robert had thought as he had watched her, she had no clue how impractical her philosophy would be to live by.  But that innocence, that sweetness, showed through like a burst of blinding light.  And he felt seared by it.  He felt as if he was seeing something so beautiful, so special, that he almost became emotional.   And days later, when Alan DeFrame presented the list of the ten finalists to him for his ultimate approval, he told him to reconfigure, and include Brianna.
       Now as she stood before him, he wrapped his expensive suit coat around her small body.   He loved that sweet, fresh, scent of her, loved the way her braids bounced in the wind, loved the way her bright brown eyes looked up at him, as if she was anticipating something great to come from him, as if she admired him. 
       “That better?” he asked her in a soft tone, unable to stop pulling the coat lapels together, effective holding her by the catch of those lapels, unable to release her from his grasp.
       “Yes, sir, it’s much better.  Thank-you.”
       He continued to stare into her eyes.  Bree felt strange this close to him, almost heady.  “You’re okay?” he asked her.
       “Yes,” she said in an almost breathless tone.  This was too close.  She was uncomfortable this close.
       Robert saw her discomfort and felt embarrassed, almost angry that he was behaving so oddly toward her, that a woman he didn’t even know could have such a pull on his emotions.  He released her, but couldn’t let her leave just yet.  “Have a seat,” he said.
       Bree sat down, gladly.  She didn’t feel as uneasiness when she sat down, especially if she considered the scene.  Here she was, a poor girl from Mississippi, sitting with one of the richest, most famous attorneys in America.  And even with that fact in mind she hadn’t turned into some babbling idiot.  She was pleased with herself. 
       Robert sat down too.  It was a turn-on for him to see his suit coat wrapped around her voluptuous ly appealing body.  “What brings you up here, Brianna?” he asked her. 
       She was surprised that he knew her name.  Thought about mentioning Alan’s boorish behavior, then thought again.  Although it wasn’t fair, she knew that any wrong word could send her packing.  “I needed to take a break.  Monty Ross said this was a great hideaway.”
       “It is.  That’s why I’m up here.”  Robert said this with a smile.  Bree loved the way those lines of age and experience