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I walked through the door, and I could feel his eyes on my ass.

Ordinarily I would’ve at least flirted and started the process of roster recruitment with Jonah since I had a freshly opened spot. But instead, I glanced back and smiled. “Thank you.”

“No, thank you.”

I wasn’t sure what Jonah was getting paid or what his deal was; however, I knew my contract. And as sexy as that six-four, thickly built, mahogany-skinned man was, he wasn’t worth violating the fraternization policy. Besides, Russ was heavy on my mind, and knowing I was going to spend Sunday with him made Jonah easy to resist.

A flashback caused my lower body to clench.

Seven o’clock can’t come fast enough.

10

The early morning sun beamed down on Russ, almost spotlighting his good looks as he started his car. I eyed his profile and then let my gaze sweep over his body. From his black T-shirt that stretched over his broad chest to his dark gray joggers that fit him just right, he made comfortable look sexy. But when I noticed he was also wearing the black-and-white two-tone sneakers, I felt a warm flush roll over my skin.

I glanced down at the matching pair on my feet before I realized our outfits looked purposely coordinated.

“You tired?” Russ asked, pulling me from my thoughts.

“A little. But I’ll make it. How are you?” I wondered.

“I’m better now.” He programmed the music to his Bluetooth speaker and then looked at me. “Seeing you makes everything better.”

My stomach flipped. “I feel the same way. You think I’d be up so early on the weekend for just anybody?”

He smirked. “You ready for this?”

“I’m ready for whatever you have planned.”

He hooked his finger under my chin and leaned over the middle console. “Good.”

His mouth covered mine, kissing me softly.

I wasn’t sure if it was the fact that it was seven o’clock in the morning or if the sandalwood-and-leather scent had seduced me, but the kiss made me heady.

Breaking the kiss, he stared at me for a moment, and I felt something.

Again, my stomach flipped.

I must be tired.

“What are you thinking about?”

“You were wearing that suit last night,” I complimented him.

“Thank you,” he said as he pulled off the lot and merged into traffic. “I know I told you several times, but you were absolutely beautiful last night. It caught me off guard.”

I feigned offense. “That I was beautiful?”

“That you were there,” he quickly clarified. He looked over at me. “You are always beautiful. But I’ve never seen you in something like that. I’m going to have to find somewhere to take you to so I can get you dressed up like that again.” He paused for a second. “Somewhere that’s not for business. Somewhere that can be all pleasure.”

“Speaking of business and pleasure…” I shifted my body in his direction. “I know that we don’t talk about work. But our bathroom break didn’t mess up the networking you were doing last night, did it?”

He shook his head. “Nah.” Reaching over, he grabbed my hand and brought it to his lips. “But thanks for asking.”

“Of course! I definitely wouldn’t want to be the reason why you lost any money.”

“I don’t want you to ever worry about that. But now that you bring up business and pleasure, what wereyoudoing there last night?”

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