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If my mother and aunt—who live on the other side of the country—know about my evening with sexy Beckett, and Paula is aware of my wardrobe selection from last night, everyone else knows I was out with the boss and that it had little to do with business.

Crap.

I quicken my step.

I’m sure it’ll blow over by lunchtime. I hope. I pray.

The walk through the executive floor proves to be an interesting experience. Women shoot me glances. At first, I’m certain they’re shooting daggers at me, but they’re not.

Could it be… admiration?

I’m not sure if it’s because of my new outfit or last night, but I don’t linger to find out.

When I walk inside my office, I freeze.

What the hell?

I’m so shocked, I step out to make sure I’ve not entered the wrong office by mistake.

Nope. This is mine.

I walk in again, close the door behind me, drop my handbag and laptop case on my desk.

My eyes bounce to every corner in shock.

I can’t believe my eyes.

Everywhere I look, stunning bouquets of yellow roses greet me.

Wow.

I step up to a vase and inhale the delightful fragrance.

Sublime.

I spot a little white envelope with my name scripted on it with decisive cursive penmanship.

My curiosity gets the best of me.

With impatient hands, I rip the envelope open.

No way.

I’m speechless and in awe.

Holy Chic,

You’re fucking beautiful.

Your new friend.

A blush creeps from the tip of my toes to the top of my head.

I was firm in my earlier decision to march into Beckett’s office and tell him we needed to cool things off, citing the many disadvantages and pitfalls of an office romance, but now, I’m so enchanted I don’t know what to do anymore.

My phone flashes a text message just before the phone on my desk rings, I jump.

It’s coming at me from all sides this morning.

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