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       Five

      It was clear Blake had offended Savannah.

      But how?

      He replayed the conversation in his head. Before she’d looked at him as if he’d kicked a kitten.

      They’d been talking about how his grandfather had built the company. The sacrifices he’d made for their family. How could she possibly be offended by that? Especially when she’d already expressed her admiration for his grandfather’s entrepreneurial spirit.

      “If sending the presentation out tonight is that important to you, I won’t stop you. All I’m saying is...no one will hold it against you if we receive it tomorrow.”

      Savannah turned on her heels, caked in dry mud from their earlier walk. She headed back toward the main building.

      Even with his longer strides, he had to hurry to catch up with her. “You’d tell me if I upset you?”

      “You didn’t. I’m just—” Her spiked heel got caught in the gravel, and she stumbled into his arms.

      He held her for a moment, his gaze studying hers, enjoying the feel of her soft curves pressed against his hard body.

      Her eyes widened and she stepped out of his grasp, muttering a quick thank-you.

      “I’m angry with myself for not remembering the presentation earlier.”

      “You’ve been busy all day. That’s my fault.”

      “It’s no one’s fault.” She seemed to force a smile. “I appreciate the deluxe tour. What I’ve learned will be useful as I prepare my presentation. It’s given me a few other ideas.”

      “That’s good, then.” Blake kneaded the back of his neck. “I’ll walk you back to your office.”

      “I’d like to find it on my own. Test my sense of direction.” Savannah’s tepid smile barely turned up one corner of her mouth. She headed back to the building, calling over her shoulder. “See you tomorrow.”

      When she was too far away to hear it, Blake released a noisy sigh. He returned to his office by a different route.

      Despite what Savannah said, he’d clearly upset her. He couldn’t shake the gnawing need to learn why. Or the deep-seated desire to fix it so he could see the genuine smile that lit her lovely eyes, illuminating the flecks of gold.

      Blake gritted his teeth.

      You do not feel anything for her.

      He said the words over and over in his head as he trekked back inside, past her office and straight to his.

      You’re full of shit, and you know it.

      Why couldn’t his stupid subconscious just cooperate and buy into the load of crock he was trying to sell himself?

      There were a million reasons why he shouldn’t be thinking of Savannah Carlisle right now. Long-legged, smooth-skinned, caramel-complexioned goddess that she was.

      He shouldn’t be thinking of her throaty voice. Her husky laugh. Her penetrating stare. Or the way she sank her teeth into her lower lip while in deep thought.

      Blake shut his office door and loosened his tie. He dropped into the chair behind his desk, trying not to focus on the tension in his gut and the tightening of his shaft at the thought of Savannah Carlisle...naked. Sprawled across his desk.

      He opened his laptop and studied spreadsheets and graphs, ignoring the most disconcerting aspect of his growing attraction for Savannah. What scared him...what was terrifying...was how Savannah Carlisle made him feel. That she’d made him feel anything at all.

      Especially the kind of feelings he’d carefully avoided in the two years since Gavrilla had walked out of his life.

      Since then he’d satisfied his urges with the occasional one-night stand while traveling for business. Far away from this too-small town, where every single person knew the private affairs of every other damned person.

      In painful detail.

      He hadn’t been looking for anything serious. Just a couple of nights in the sack. No feelings. No obligations beyond having safe, responsible sex and being gentlemanly enough never to speak of it.

      But from their first meeting, he’d been drawn to Savannah. She was bold and confident. And she hadn’t begged for a shot with the company. She’d simply laid out a solid case.

      He would’ve been a fool to not hire her.

      Her indomitable spirit and latent sex appeal called to something deep inside him. In a way that felt significant. The feelings were completely foreign and yet deeply familiar.

      He didn’t believe in love at first sight or soul mates. But if he had, he’d have sworn that Cupid had shot him the second Savannah Carlisle sashayed her curvy ass into his office.

      Blake loosened the top two buttons of his shirt. Parker’s admonition played on a loop in his head. It could be summed up in five words: Don’t think with your dick.

      If Parker recognized how perilous Blake’s attraction to Savannah was, he was in big trouble. He needed to slam the lid on those feelings. Seal them in an indestructible steel box fastened with iron rivets and guarded by flaming swords and a den of rattlesnakes.

      Because he could never go back there again. To the pain he’d felt two years ago when Gavrilla had walked out. She’d left him for someone else. Without warning or the slightest indication she’d been unhappy.

      Without giving him a chance to fix things.

      In retrospect, she’d done him a favor. Their stark differences—so exciting in the beginning—had been flashing red lights warning of their incompatibility.

      Blake sighed. It’d been a while since he’d taken a business-meets-pleasure excursion. Experienced the adrenaline of tumbling into bed with a

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