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She was probably the only woman that I would willingly want to be late to work for.

The possibilities were endless.

In the limo, the office on my desk, and even the helicopter if it didn’t go against my safety rules.

Even after coming only moments ago, my shaft started thickening at the fantasies. I could do so much with her.

Maybe when she finally gave in and asked to have sex with me, then she could move into the bedroom.

All of my fantasies could become realities. If only she would let me have free rein.

What could possibly be holding her back?

I could see the heat in her eyes when she looked at me. There was enough sexual tension that we could have cut it with a knife.

Rossi had given me his advice and warnings. I would watch her a little more closely, but if she gave me a chance that she was the real deal, then I was ready to move forward. Making her my own was easily becoming a priority after my business.

There wasn’t a way for my business not to take precedence, but she was giving it a run for my money. I just hope that wasn’t what she was really after.

Chapter 27: Collette

Shit! Shit! Shit! How did I let this guy worm his way into my life?

I was now calling the man I was investigating by his first name as if he meant something to me.

The problem was that he did mean something. He meant a whole lot. I wanted to be something special to him.

This whole thing had gone the wrong way. I was falling for someone connected to my brother’s murder. I wanted him and needed him to like me for me. Not because I was trying to get near him for evidence. That was quickly becoming the least of my concerns.

He needed to think I was on his team and believe that I was doing everything he wanted so he’d let his guard down.

How could I make him think that I was growing closer to him? He’d rejected all of my sexual advances. That was the only thing I had in my toolbox that would be able to make him want me.

I needed to find another angle. Something that would bring him past the point of not trusting me while I kept my heart intact.

There was a tightrope, and it wasn’t going to be easy to keep from falling off. I wasn’t sure that I wanted to stop the fall if it landed me in his arms.

Was it simply because he’d been nice and gotten me hot and bothered? I’d never let myself be this vulnerable with another person before. It wasn’t something that I could afford in my situation. Most of the time it could get me killed.

Something about him made me drop my defenses and let him pass all the walls I’d built over the years. It wasn’t like me to ignore all the red flags. Especially when they were waving with the blood of my brother’s murder.

Then again, all the things I’d thought were true about him hadn’t turned out to be true.

What if I had been wrong this whole time?

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The next two days sped by, and I didn’t have any time to wonder or think about my situation.

Things were moving at breakneck speeds at the office, and all of my time was spent working on making sure that things went smoothly.

If Ian was stressed, there was no way that he’d be willing to let his guard down even a little bit. I had to keep things on track so I could make my move. I maintained extremely obedient, didn’t snoop, and worked my butt off.

All of the adjustments that we’d been working on were just one part of the puzzle.

It wasn’t until Saturday at Ian’s condo that I got a chance to test a few of my theories.

He’d brought most of the work home the night before since we’d been there late. It was going to be a long weekend and we were going to work through most of it.

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