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“Don’t act like you didn’t want to see me again.” My lips hover over hers as she looks up at me with her beautiful, grey, stormy eyes. She grabs at my shirt and pulls me in, her lips taking mine. I grab her waist with both hands, sliding one up her back and into her hair. Pulling gently, I expose her neck as I break the kiss, swirling my tongue on the soft skin of her neck. She pants as her grip tightens on my shirt, almost ripping it. I let go of her hair, and she smiles as she looks into my eyes.

“Truth is, Mr Rizzo, I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” She smirks.

Fuck me.

I could fuck her right here, right now on top of my car.

Something inside me flurries as I look into her eyes, and for the first time ever, a warmth encircles me from within.

I want her to want me, and I don’t want anyone else to have her.

I want to stake my claim on her.

Chapter Six

Billie

The drone of the teammeeting numbs my brain as I go over the events that happened last week with Nate. I squeeze my thighs together at the memory of his hands on my skin, falling deeper into the daydream.

“Billie...” Someone’s voice echoes through my ears as I’m pulled back into the meeting room. “Will you have the advertisement finished today since you didn’t complete it on Monday?” I shift in my seat.

“Yes, sorry, yes I will.”

“It’s critical to this project, Billie. We need to have it finalised and back to the client by the close of business today.” Fiona stares at me through her glasses.

I nod, looking around the room.

“It’ll be done today.”

“Great, now are there any other updates we should be aware of or any roadblocks?” Fiona stands from her chair and walks to the whiteboard, ready to brainstorm. No one talks. These work-in-progress meetings always drag on forever, and I think everyone would much rather have the time back in their diaries to get actual work done. “Perfect, I guess you’re all excused.” We all gather our things and walk back to our desks. Looking at the time, I now realise I only have six hours to get the final ad to the client.

Fuck.

I really should have done some work on it over the weekend, but when I got home after hanging out with Nate, I was too tired, and all I wanted to do was sleep. There was no way Grace was letting me work during our lazy Sunday session either. Come Monday, everything piled up, and there were just so many things due at the same time, that I completely spaced and forgot about the ad. Fiona is not happy with me, and given she is my boss, I kind of need her to be happy with me. Sighing, I get started on all the changes as requested from the client.

Checking the time, I hit Send on the email which has all the changes linked to our supplier with Fiona copied in. I skipped lunch so I could get it finished, and by the skin on my nose, I scraped through. Five thirty on the dot. Now all my other tasks are pushed to tomorrow. I unplug my laptop and gather my things, getting ready to make the drive home when I feel my phone buzz in my bag. Answering the call, I make my way to the elevator.

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