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    Brett selects a sandwich and opens it, surveying the fresh ingredients. “This looks very good. Did you know about my sandwich fetish?” he asks, chuckling softly.
    Alexa shakes her head. “Just a happy coincidence, but I’m glad you’re pleased.”
    Scott narrows his eyes. He knows damn well when Alexa is lying. She hates that he can see right through her, but smiles sweetly, ignoring her surly dining companion.
    “Do you have plans this evening, Miss Drake? I’d love to have dinner with you and learn more about your career aspirations,” Brett asks, surprising everyone.
    Alexa doesn’t know what to say. Does she admit she already has plans with Mr. One and Only? She looks up at Scott, and he is seething with jealousy.
    “Alexa has plans with me,” Scott says plainly.
    “Ah, my apologies. I’m sure you two have more catching up to do. Tomorrow then?” he asks, completely undeterred by Scott’s bad attitude.
    Alexa looks at Scott with a shit-eating grin on her face. She’s playing with fire and loving every minute. Finally, she has something to do.
    “I’d love to have dinner with you, Brett. I’m sure there is a lot you could teach me.”
    Scott drops his fork, and they all jump as it clangs loudly against the metal conference table.
    “You alright, Scott?” Brett asks.
    “Of course.” He glares at Alexa and she knows she’s in trouble.
    “Right. Okay then, dinner. I’ll have the car come round at seven. Does that work?”
    “It certainly does.” She smiles, knowing she just dug the knife in Scott’s side a little deeper. Her eyes shift to her meal to avoid looking directly at Scott.
    They finish lunch, chatting about London weather and various company happenings. Alexa does her best to charm Brett, knowing it’s pissing Scott off beyond belief. It’s good for him to squirm a bit. It shouldn’t be a slam dunk.
    They rise and Alexa begins to show them out. When Brett leaves the room, Scott grabs Alexa’s arm, whispering angrily in her ear. “I know what you’re doing. You can’t fuck him, Alexa. Do you understand me? I’ll never forgive you.”
    “What if I don’t need or want your forgiveness? Have you thought of that?”
    “Fucking stop it. I’m serious.”
    “You’ll deal with it, Scotty. I dealt with all your women.”
    “Those women weren’t my business partner or my best friend. He’s your boss, remember that.”
    “If memory serves me correctly, banging the boss worked out nicely for me.”
    He squeezes her arm tighter, almost to the point of pain. “I won’t have it.”
    “You. Don’t. Own. Me. Get it through your head, Scotty. You lost me.”
    “I can get you back and you know it.”
    “Let me go. Now.” She smiles sweetly, aware that Martina and Brett are within eye contact of this interaction.
    Scott releases her arm and returns her smile. She’s knows that dinner tonight is going to be an all-out war. Scott grabs his coat and kisses her on the cheek.
    “Tonight, then. Prepare yourself.”
    “Tonight.”
    Brett approaches with a huge grin on his face. “Thank you for hosting us today, Alexa. I have some business round town tomorrow, so I’ll call to confirm dinner.”
    “I’ll be waiting,” she says.
    Both men walk towards the elevators. Scott looks back at Alexa and for the first time, she thinks she might detect a hint of emotion on his face. It’s impossible he could have any feelings for her. He is the master of detached emotion. Still, there was something there. She saw it.
    Martina pops up from her desk as soon as the men are gone. “So, how did it go with SP? I could feel the sexual tension between you all the way out here.”
    Alexa purses her lips. “There is no sexual tension, Martina,” she says, rolling her eyes.
    Martina slides her glasses off her nose. “Oh, okay right. Just so you know it’s the only time I’ve ever seen your cheeks flushed. You were not yourself, Alexa. Then throw new hotty boss into the mix too.