ortable. That

w long Dawson Davis

d two sugars, no cream, just the way I like it. Two weeks of him completing

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wasn't qu

hat I not

n the office got warm. How he leaned over my de

did

n he smiled that infuriating half smile

tly on time, and set my coffee on the left side of my desk wi

" I asked, not looki

rinted sheet. Co

ll with Tokyo at ten-thirty, and I pushed your lunch with

with you, not me?"

casual. "He's int

h judgment. He said

o make friends,

" he said

expression was blank except fo

him. I should've told hi

I di

the edge of his jaw. Sharp. Clean-shaven. He probably had wo

per acquisition document

ns. I flagged the section you'll

," I

to turn, th

I asked,

clined the invitation two weeks ago, but the organizers reach

l of self-important men try

omfortable," Dawson said lightly. "T

ade me

sn't

st the desk. "Fine. P

our pl

ed up

ting. Not presumptuo

d coolly. "I'm not some debut

say yo

at p

t seven," he said, voice calm, pro

before he could

rned

tting comforta

mirk. "Not at al

n't a

slow and sure, like he kne

... maybe

uits, women in dresses they clearly hated wearing. Laug

ass of champagne untouched, postur

in view. Watching. Ready. His navy suit fit him too well,

e always did. And I

said when he approach

n't r

ostile takeover," he added, "or just m

I said

than to smile, but it lived in

fraction, close enough for

east pretend to

lse j

nearly brushing his cheek a

ime since he'd started, I saw somet

e

placed by that maddening professi

he said

he walk

s still full in my han

s a p

t like

awson

ing impossib