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She’s loaded up with a slice of pizza, a burrito, and a yogurt parfait.

If she can eat all of that, I’ll get her a cookie, too.

She probably can.

The tiny ones always seem to.

“Oh my god. Can you believe this place? It’s so cool. I’ve always dreamed about working at a firm with this much…clout.”

I laugh heartily at that. “Clout?”

“Swagger. Money.Power.” Sunny whispers the last word like it’s dirty.

“Mmm. They certainly have those things going for them. I never really thought about it.”

Well, I have thought about the power, but not in the way she means it.

My fingers drum over my journal cover, hoping my cheeks don’t redden at the thought of how much power I want them to use on me.

Sunny’s not paying attention to my discomfort, though.

She’s glancing around the small cafeteria as it fills up.

Then, she leans in and blinks. “Who knew there would be so much eye candy in this place? Like I thought we’d be working with old guys and nerds, but that is not what I’m seeing here.”

Her hard swallow and the detour her gaze takes again has me laughing.

“Those tattoos…I might be overheating.”

She fans her face.

I grin, knowing exactly what kinds of fantasies those tattoos can cause.

There’s no wonder I’ve always liked a tatted up man.

Especially in college.

I might have made a few mistakes in that area, but they were fun ones.

“Don’t I know it. Been around men like that my whole life.”

Between Dad’s three friends in charge of this firm, his co-workers, and the army friends that cycled through our house in waves, there was no shortage of fine-looking dangerous men in my life.

At least, at arm’s length anyway.

Not like any of them looked at me twice.

But the daydreams and stories I used to write about men like them.

It got me through my hormonal teenage years before I tried to act some of them out with men too young to know how to give me what I want.

The one older man I got to experiment with was one hell of an experience.

Until I found out he was married. Sigh.

That’s totally not my game.

“Really?” Sunny’s innocent voice softens as it yanks me back from my thoughts.