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No-nonsense attorney Lucy Furey is about to learn how her hotshot new partner earned the name Mr. Lucky, as he smoothly talks his way through the tightest negotiation she’s ever handled: the one for her heart.
I scowled at her for a long time. I wasn’t angry, but thus far my smiles had failed to break her down. Perhaps my glare would. She continued to hold my gaze, but I could see her feathers ruffling. Her chest rose and fell more quickly, the sound of her breath evident in the quite room. I didn’t move.
She squirmed a little in her seat. “Mr. Luck, what do you want?”
My answer was simple and to the point. “You, Ms. Furey. Just you.”
Her jaw tightened. “If you think just because that computer—”
I cut her off. “I don’t think, Lucy. I know. From the moment I was hired you’ve been ignoring me. In fact, I went out of my way to be kind, while you in turn were deliberately rude. There were many nights I wondered what in the hell I’d done.”
“I’m sorry if I’ve been less than professional, Mr. Luck.”
I thought I saw a hint of a smile play at her lips, but I wasn’t ready to let her off the hook. Not yet. “Being professional is your—no, our—whole problem.” I stepped around her desk to move closer.
Her eyes widened, and the pulse in her neck, peeking out from her button-down blouse, was beating furiously. I could feel the heat, the energy, roiling in her. I braced my hands on either side of her chair and towered over her, our faces inches apart. She continued to hold my gaze, but it felt more like a gazelle in the panther’s path rather than the defiance she showed earlier. I licked my lips and dropped my gaze to hers. Those blue eyes darkened and she swallowed loudly. Yes! I had her. It was the first chink in her military-grade façade. I had to play it right or she’d spook.
“Even if you weren’t interested in dating me, you didn’t have to completely ignore me. Just because I’m attracted to you, doesn’t mean we can’t be friends.”
Her eyes widened more at my little gift. I pushed away from her face and sat on the edge of her desk.
“I don’t believe you.”
Now I was angry. “That’s not fair. You don’t even know me.”
“I don’t have to know you to know that you’re not a safe bet.”
I whispered, “And do you know what happens to people who always take the safe bet?” She didn’t answer, though I know she heard. I suspected she couldn’t speak. Hell, I could barely speak being so close to her. “They lose.”
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