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“Come on. You’ve been working so hard. Let me help you relax.”
Angela strode to me slowly, her gaze never leaving mine. Her hands found my shoulders and worked their way down until she had curled her hands around mine.
When her mouth met mine again, I responded this time. I drew her close, feeling every curve as she pressed against me. Her lips were warm and soft, her body molding to mine, pressing against me.
I took her in, physically and with my senses, everything dropping away as we found our way inside, still tangled up, to the bedroom.
Chapter 20
Will
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“WALKING AGAIN, I SEE, Mr. Finlay?”
Two weeks in, and my doorman was starting to get used to seeing me walk around town, whether to the office or elsewhere. He’d even taken to ribbing me about it, making sure to mention the fact whenever I stepped outside the door and no car was waiting.
I flashed him a grin. “I’m a busy CEO. How else am I going to get my exercise in?”
The truth was, I was feeling more energetic than I had in a long time. I’d been waking up early with a bounce in my step, worked all day, and still came home with energy to spare. Seeing what Paul had built and working with the company again in an entirely new way had given me an incredible boost. More than that, the company had my attention again. I felt reinvigorated.
I hadn’t realized how much I had let myself check out after Paul had taken over as COO. With my interest revitalized, I realized I couldn’t wait to get into the office, just like in the early days.
There was something else, too.
Since our meeting at the coffee shop, I had seen Rita regularly. Nothing serious or date-like had been going on—all we did was meet at the coffee shop over lunch to talk. But our meeting had happened nearly every day for two weeks, including the weekend, for two weeks.
Tonight was our first proper date, and I was excited. It was a different kind of excitement from what I usually felt with other women. Even that had lost its luster a long time ago. It was something I did to take the boredom out of life, to disrupt the monotony. Except that the endless parade of vapid young women who were interested in very little except my money, with which I showered them freely, had become monotony itself.
Rita was different, and I was enjoying our slow walk toward possibility for the first time in a long while.
Even though we hadn’t spent much time together, I could tell Rita was unique. There was nothing vapid or translucent about her, and our conversations covered a wide range of topics, both business-related and academic. Neither did her interest seem feigned. I hadn’t told her who I was yet, beyond my name. Not that she couldn’t look me up. She had told me she was a writer for theStar Tribune, and as a journalist, I doubted Rita would let any stone go unturned when it came to her research of me.
Even so, she kept coming back, so there had to be some kind of interest.
I had a fleeting worry that maybe Rita was hanging out with me to get information for a story on me, the business, or Paul. But the woman had yet to ask me a personal question, so I dismissed the idea. Even if it were true, it would be worth it to spend time with Rita. She was the most fascinating person with the most fascinating conversations I’d had in a long time.
