and wanted to get this
over with.
As she got farther down the hallway, she
heard voices, one male and one female. The male's was definitely
R.J.'s and she was pretty sure the other one belonged to Danielle.
She came to a stop in his office doorway and spotted the two of
them working. R.J. was seated at his desk, doing something on the
computer. Danielle was next to his chair, leaning over so far that
Rebecca swore those breasts of hers would come toppling out of her
shirt and smack R.J. upside the head.
And yeah, that was probably the woman's
plan.
Stop hating. You don't even know
her .
The other woman spotted Rebecca first. She
straightened and pinned her with those freaky blue eyes. They held
an accusatory glare, as though to say, "What the hell are you doing
here, you inadequate little thing?"
Yeah, I'm not too pleased to see you
either .
Funny, how they'd just met and had already
developed a dislike for each other. Rebecca wasn't the sort of
person to go around disliking people for no real reason. In her
book, everyone got a fair chance. Until they screwed it up.
Danielle was the first person that Rebecca had disliked on sight.
And every time the woman opened her mouth, Rebecca's displeasure
grew even more. The feeling was so out of character for her, and
Rebecca couldn't figure out why Danielle rubbed her the wrong
way.
"Hey," R.J. said when he finally laid eyes on
her.
Her heart rate immediately picked up, and she
tried to squash down the light-headedness that always accompanied
being near him.
"I have your check," she announced as she
took the folded slip of paper out of her purse.
He leaned back in his chair and looked her
over. "Okay," he responded. "Why don't you go finish this up?" he
said to Danielle. He held out a stack of papers to her, which she
took without saying a word. The woman must have sensed R.J.'s
dismissal and not liked it. She stalked out of the office with
sharp clacking sounds made by her platform heels. Rebecca would
have taken a moment to admire the woman's exceptional taste in
shoes if she hadn't found herself alone with the man who could turn
her brain into mush with a simple tilt of his mouth. And then
Rebecca was left alone with R.J.
Just the two of them.
All. Alone.
He stood from his chair and came around the
desk toward her. His long legs took slow and deliberate steps,
bringing him closer and closer to her. She refused the back away,
because she needed to prove, both to him and to herself, the she
could handle being that close to him. Because if R.J. knew, which
he probably did, he would no doubt use it against her. She refused
to allow him that tactical advantage.
"Thank you." He plucked the check from her
hands and shoved it in his pants pockets. The sleeves had been
ripped off his black t-shirt, which was noticeably cleaner than the
white shirt he'd had on before. Powerful shoulders gave way to
defined, muscled biceps. The tan cargo pants he had on sat on lean
hips and accentuated his long legs. All in all, R.J. Devlin was a
spectacular specimen of a man. Not an ounce of fat riddled that
fantastic body of his.
He perched on the edge of the desk and
crossed his arms over his chest. Goosebumps rose on the surface of
her skin as his green gaze swept down her body. His attention
lingered on her feet, the slowly rose back up.
She couldn't control the shiver that washed
over her. "What?" she asked after he'd done nothing but stare at
her.
"There are just a few things I want to run by
you about your dad's car," he finally said.
She blinked at him. Had that announcement
required scorching her clothes off with his eyes? "All right."
"Is your dad going to care how much
horsepower I put in?"
How the heck should she know? She lifted her
shoulders in a shrug. "He's always liked his cars mean and
powerful. I'm guessing however much you put in would be okay."
"How about the seats? Do you know if he has a
preference for fabric?"
"I would go with leather."
He rubbed a hand along
over with.
As she got farther down the hallway, she
heard voices, one male and one female. The male's was definitely
R.J.'s and she was pretty sure the other one belonged to Danielle.
She came to a stop in his office doorway and spotted the two of
them working. R.J. was seated at his desk, doing something on the
computer. Danielle was next to his chair, leaning over so far that
Rebecca swore those breasts of hers would come toppling out of her
shirt and smack R.J. upside the head.
And yeah, that was probably the woman's
plan.
Stop hating. You don't even know
her .
The other woman spotted Rebecca first. She
straightened and pinned her with those freaky blue eyes. They held
an accusatory glare, as though to say, "What the hell are you doing
here, you inadequate little thing?"
Yeah, I'm not too pleased to see you
either .
Funny, how they'd just met and had already
developed a dislike for each other. Rebecca wasn't the sort of
person to go around disliking people for no real reason. In her
book, everyone got a fair chance. Until they screwed it up.
Danielle was the first person that Rebecca had disliked on sight.
And every time the woman opened her mouth, Rebecca's displeasure
grew even more. The feeling was so out of character for her, and
Rebecca couldn't figure out why Danielle rubbed her the wrong
way.
"Hey," R.J. said when he finally laid eyes on
her.
Her heart rate immediately picked up, and she
tried to squash down the light-headedness that always accompanied
being near him.
"I have your check," she announced as she
took the folded slip of paper out of her purse.
He leaned back in his chair and looked her
over. "Okay," he responded. "Why don't you go finish this up?" he
said to Danielle. He held out a stack of papers to her, which she
took without saying a word. The woman must have sensed R.J.'s
dismissal and not liked it. She stalked out of the office with
sharp clacking sounds made by her platform heels. Rebecca would
have taken a moment to admire the woman's exceptional taste in
shoes if she hadn't found herself alone with the man who could turn
her brain into mush with a simple tilt of his mouth. And then
Rebecca was left alone with R.J.
Just the two of them.
All. Alone.
He stood from his chair and came around the
desk toward her. His long legs took slow and deliberate steps,
bringing him closer and closer to her. She refused the back away,
because she needed to prove, both to him and to herself, the she
could handle being that close to him. Because if R.J. knew, which
he probably did, he would no doubt use it against her. She refused
to allow him that tactical advantage.
"Thank you." He plucked the check from her
hands and shoved it in his pants pockets. The sleeves had been
ripped off his black t-shirt, which was noticeably cleaner than the
white shirt he'd had on before. Powerful shoulders gave way to
defined, muscled biceps. The tan cargo pants he had on sat on lean
hips and accentuated his long legs. All in all, R.J. Devlin was a
spectacular specimen of a man. Not an ounce of fat riddled that
fantastic body of his.
He perched on the edge of the desk and
crossed his arms over his chest. Goosebumps rose on the surface of
her skin as his green gaze swept down her body. His attention
lingered on her feet, the slowly rose back up.
She couldn't control the shiver that washed
over her. "What?" she asked after he'd done nothing but stare at
her.
"There are just a few things I want to run by
you about your dad's car," he finally said.
She blinked at him. Had that announcement
required scorching her clothes off with his eyes? "All right."
"Is your dad going to care how much
horsepower I put in?"
How the heck should she know? She lifted her
shoulders in a shrug. "He's always liked his cars mean and
powerful. I'm guessing however much you put in would be okay."
"How about the seats? Do you know if he has a
preference for fabric?"
"I would go with leather."
He rubbed a hand along
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