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I swallow and flush from head to toe.

How the hell am I going to survive the next few days?

CHAPTER FIVE

ATLAS

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My god. Molly is more beautiful than I remember.

Her hair is up in a messy bun, but her cashmere sweater does little to hide her soft curves and perfect figure. The same one I had my hands on months ago.

I want to cross the floor, take hold of her hips, and pull her against me.

I can see in her eyes she would not take kindly to me doing it. Well, that’s not entirely true. There’s a mix of emotions in them, including lust and a ton of reluctance.

I don’t know why.

But I’m going to find out.

If I hurt her then I will fix this.

I am more certain than ever, seeing her again, that I want this woman.

For one night?

Maybe.

But we have all weekend, so let’s see where it goes. I’ve never been this obsessed with one woman before in my life and I’m not about to just let her brush me off and say no.

I glance around and decide to take this opportunity while we are alone to show her what I’ve been trying to tell her for months. Closing the space between us, I place my hands on her shoulders, feeling her tense, then kiss her cheek.

“How was England?” I ask, my voice husky. When I straighten, she’s frowning but nods.

“Good. Yes. Good.”

“Good.” I smirk, liking how nervous she is. Although I wonder where the social butterfly I met at my birthday has gone to.

Then I remember the reason she was in the UK.

“My condolences for the loss of your grandfather.” I wipe all humor from my face to show I genuinely mean it.

“You said that,” Molly replies. “On your texts.”

I grin and she glances away knowing she just caught herself.

“Oh yeah? You got those did you?”

Fiery eyes flash back at me.

“Yes,” she says firmly. “But it wasn’t appropriate for me to reply as I was with Greg.”

My smile vanishes.

Who the fuck is Greg?

Then she spins and walks away...toward the staff quarters.

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