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drenching my panties again with the way his eyes roamed over me.
    “Okay,” I giggled as I opened the door. Blake followed behind me, still buttoning up his shirt.
    “Blake! Where the hell have you been?” I heard a female voice call. My eyes fell upon a redhead whose face looked familiar. That’s when it dawned on me—that was the woman in the photos on Blake’s desk in the garage. Oh crap, she wasn’t a girlfriend, was she? “Are you kidding me?” she screeched. “Drew’s been working his ass off for you and you’re screwing some chick in my fucking office!” Oh shit!
    “Sarah, calm down,” Blake pleaded. I had dropped my head, suddenly ashamed of myself. “And this is our office. You only own half the garage, remember?”
    “Dad is going to freak when I tell him. You are such a whore. This is your place of work!” Dad? Oh, thank God! This Sarah woman was Blake’s sister.
    “Sarah,” Blake cautioned, “watch your mouth. Violet is…well, she is important to me, okay?!” I was important after only one day? Wow. Why did that affect me so much?
    “Really? Is that why you screwed her in the back office?” Sarah seethed, At that point, I knew I had to look up and explain.
    “Look, I’m sorry. I brought Blake some lunch and, well…we got a little carried away,” I admitted, meeting Sarah’s gaze.
    “Oh. My. God!” she gasped. “You’re…You’re… Violet Weathers !” Christ! Of course Blake’s sister would know who I was. “Blake…what the…how the hell …I…I have no idea what to say.” Yep, it was obvious that Sarah had lost it.
    Blake was just looking between his sister and me, completely puzzled.
    “Sarah, Baby, I’m just taking the truck back to…holy fuck!” A big, burly, fair haired man stood with his mouth gaping open, looking right at me. Great! Another fan! How the hell did Blake not know who I was when everyone else around here seemed to? “You look just like…I mean, are you…?”
    “Yes, I’m Violet Weathers. It’s a pleasure to meet you,” I smiled sweetly.
    “I have your calendar this year. It’s extremely hot!” the burly man blurted out suddenly. Sarah hit his chest, clearly annoyed.
    “Drew, show Violet some respect. She isn’t a piece of meat!” she glared, turning to look at me sweetly. “So how do you know my brother, Violet? I mean, he never mentioned he knew the world’s number one super model pinup.” I tried to hide the cringe as I watched the realization hit Blake’s face.        
    “I…I…”
    “I need to take Violet back to the hotel. She doesn’t have time for twenty questions,” Blake replied, grabbing my arm suddenly. Crap, was he pissed at me?
    “It was nice to meet you,” I heard Sarah call before Blake opened the car door for me.
    He started the engine and backed up without a word. “Were you ever going to tell me?” he finally asked as he pulled out into traffic.
    “It was never the right time,” I whispered.
    “Um…what about when I asked your name last night? You could have added the supermodel part in then!”
    “I didn’t see why it would matter.”
    “Violet, I’ve been trying to work out why I felt as if I already knew you, and there I was, thinking it was some…some connection , when really it’s because my brother-in-law has a crazy obsession with you. Not to mention the fact that my sister has wanted to be you for the last three years! You’re fucking Violet Weathers ; you should have told me!”
    “Is it my fault that you didn’t recognize me?” I snapped. “And why should it matter who I am? There was a connection between us, Blake. I felt it, too,” I admitted, trying to reach out to touch his arm.
    “Don’t!” he snarled.
    “Why are you so pissed?”
    “You lied to me, Violet. I don’t even know what to think right now!”
    “I’m sorry,” I sighed deeply.
    “You’re a fucking supermodel. Fuck—you are the supermodel.”
    “It’s just two weeks of fun, Blake. Where’s the