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    There was something incredibly sexy about this man and his exercising. I welcomed the relief of a brief second of recovery as my back faced him while I turned around to place my purse on the ground before sitting down to face him.  
    I sat down in an antique French chair. It was one of three chairs in the entire top-floor apartment. The whole floor had to be at least a thousand square feet. It was a really roomy space, I thought. This would be a great place to host a party!  
    He took a seat a few feet in front of me casually at the top of his desk as he slid his arms through his shirt and began to button it over his muscles.  
    Oh, I wish you’d keep that off!  
    My eyes diverted to his bulging package, and I swear, a light whimper of longing escaped my larynx, and I quickly cleared my throat to cover it up.  
    “That was some evening last night.”  
    “Oh, right. Yeah. For sure.”  
    “I’m sorry about your phone.” He handed me an iPhone box.  
    I stared at it a moment, caught off-guard. “You really didn't have to do that.”  
    “Yeah, well, it’s my fault your phone stopped working, and I feel awfully bad about that.”  
    I lifted the box to see a shiny new rose-gold iPhone. “This...this is a new model! You really didn't have to do this. My phone was like from the dinosaur age.”  
    But then again, he looked like he was man with a lot of money. He shrugged his shoulders and leaned thoughtfully over his desk, studying me. Feeling uncomfortable with any long amount of silence, I quickly asked, “You said there may be a job opening here?”  
     I gulped. He clearly was like a VIP, if not the VIP of VIPs. But he looked so young for such a big position.  
    “Oh, something like that.”  
    “Okay.”  
    “I actually have a some what unconventional job I think you will be perfect for. And judging by your tenacious willpower last night to save your cousin from that bombing, I’d say you have the guts to do the right thing when the time is needed.”  
    “Oh?” I said very quickly.  
    “You’re an eager one aren’t you?”  
    “Eager?”  
    “Eager.”  
    “I’m from…well, I’m just used to a very fast pace of life.”  
    “Ah, well you see, Miss Longoria, here in Charleston—in the Deep South, well, we like to take things reeeeeeeal slow sometimes. As in, molasses slow.”  
    Like molasses slow everywhere? My pussy clenched thinking about the tease.  
    “Fuck…” I heard myself say again.  
    “What was that?”  
    Shit, did I just say that out loud? Again?  
    “That’s quite a word there.”  
    “Sorry, I hadn’t realized I said that out loud.”  
    “Too much business going on in your head? You make it a habit of using that word a lot? Because you know what it means.”  
    “I know what it means.”  
    The heat on my face was fiery hot and the heat down below matched the intensity. What was going on up in here?  
     He cleared his throat and looked at his watch, pursing his lips together, taking a beat.  
    “What type of job are they looking for?”  
    “When was the last time you let someone lead a conversation for once?” He winked at me with his southern charm, and I was silly putty in that chair.  
    “Never.” I smiled.  
    “Excellent. Then you’ll do just fine. And…how do you handle a little cattiness among coworkers?”  
    “I can be a bitch right back. I’m…I’m from…well, I can hold my own, and snide office talk doesn't rattle me at all.”  
    “Excellent.”  
    “Why do you ask? This doesn’t seem like a hostile environment at all. The young lady who greeted me downstairs was very agreeable.”  
    “Oh, she is very agreeable. I’m referring to my sister, and well, society.” He scratched the back of his neck and shrugged his shoulders as if explaining where air came from. It just was there. It existed.  
    “Society.” I repeated.  
    He leaned his arms on his legs and he was just this much closer to me. I