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What the hell? I fucked her once, and this is our second date.

“You see this?” She runs her hand down her waif like body. “You will never meet another woman like me.”

I chuckle. “First of all, thank God for that.”

She screeches like a hurt cat, stomps her foot and rushes out, slamming the door as she leaves my bedroom.

“Finally,” I mutter. “Time for that shower.”

After taking my shower and changing, I have this restless energy flowing through me. Rotating my shoulders, and flexing my neck, I make my way to my office three doors down from my bedroom.

As I open the door, strange music comes through my walls. What the hell is that? Did I step into India? Why the hell am I hearing bells and soft chants.

I rush to the window to find two things that make my jaw drop. Pinky and Muffin sit watching my PA turn into a fruit roll up.

How is her leg doing that? Should it be that straight? She has one leg up in the air while the other rises slow to meet it, all the while she’s standing on her head. Then she drops her legs into a split.

I inhale roughly. Those suits hid her body. She has a healthy figure. Fat in all the right places, including her butt. She doesn’t have much in the hips, but she has an ass. Her ass is still curved even in a split. Biting my lip, I can imagine myself stepping up behind her and fucking her like that.

That’s a bit creepy.

My cock twitches. I look down at my crotch “Really, of all the people, you take interest in this one. Not going to happen.”

I drag my hand down my face. Whatever I thought I was about to do in this office has changed. Turning, I walk out. Maybe I should go to sleep.

ZEETA

“New day, new me.” I whisper to myself as I enter the passcode to the side door of the house. The doors open and I make my way to the kitchen with dry cleaning in one hand, hot coffee and notes from the schedule in the other and a look that should make him drop his jaw.

The dogs walk in behind me. Ever since they have been trained, they are now my shadow and new besties. They even slept near my bed last night.

I walk to the front door and open it, as I expected, the morning paper is on the top step.

I never see the butler or even the cook. I see the gardeners and the guards, but I haven’t seen anyone else. I walk into the kitchen and hang the dry cleaning on the bar chair. I take the newspaper out of the plastic wrapper and place it on the marble island. I smile thinking about the shock he will have when he sees the coffee.

I look at my watch, 5:25am. I take out my phone and begin to go through his morning emails just to make sure I didn’t miss anything. I sigh and sit on one of the bar stools.

“How long have you been sitting here?” Rhet’s voice fills the room. In my mind I’m ready to make his jaw drop. I swing my hair over my shoulder and slowly look up. He’s going to be shocked. I’m sadly mistaken.

I didn’t know where exactly I should look. I should probably look away, but I can’t.

Whether I like to admit it or not, Rhet has a face that has been created by God and a personality blessed by Lucifer.

His dark brown hair is slicked back away from his face. He has a hawk-eyed blue gaze, high cheek bones, and a plum bottom lip which is currently balancing an unlit cigarette. He has no shirt on and I’m grateful.

His body is lean, strong looking, muscled with hills and valleys rolling down his stomach. His tattoo sleeve is a perfect optical illusion of his skin ripped away and words revealed. I want to run my fingers down his arm and read the words that are peeping out from under his inked faux skin. Shit, Rhet’s body is making me a poet. Do I say his abs are sexy? Nope, I talk about hills and valleys. Eight, he has eight muscles sitting perfectly on his stomach.

It doesn’t help that his Adonis belt, that V is deep and disappears into unbuckled pants. Who walks around their kitchen in only pants with no shirt?

As he turns around to inspect the clothing on the chair. I see the deep definition of the slope of his back beneath his broad shoulders.

It’s only because I was trained well by my mom, that I didn’t touch him. Especially with the two dimples that hover right over his cute, curved ass. Is it right for a man to have such a great ass?

“I see you finally found some decent clothes.” He picks up the coffee and smells it.

I should stay silent. I open my folder, take out his bank card, and slide it over the counter.

“I can finally say you’re my PA now.” He opens the coffee and inspects the inside.

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