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ings, contract negotiations, a working lunch with a key investor. T

as he

ished organizing his files, the elevator chime

ack suit tailored to perfection. There was something effortl

but she felt the weight of his gaze

, Miss

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n. "I like to be thorough, Mr. Bla

low and rich. "

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awareness prickling along her skin. The dynamic between

ed at his desk, flipping through a contra

urned to lea

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file and leaned back in his chair. "D

asn't aware getting coffee

. "That wasn't

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hat slow, deliberate way that sent a puls

tch the faintest scent of his cologne-some

slightly. "Efficient. Professional." His gaze flickered ov

rt gave a tr

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deepened

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few seconds had never happened. "You'll be accomp

ed. "That wasn't

ered with something knowing.

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cted him to be