He’d positioned those thick arms behind his head, exposing his underarms as if it were a casual thing to display himself in front of a possible client. The pose had flattened his impressive pec muscles into solid slabs over his chest, while bulging his biceps and tightening his abs.
And she’d looked. Against her will, against her usual comportment, against every proper behavior she’d always adhered to, she’d been unable not to look.
It was as if all decorum and civility had been stripped away from him, leaving only hot, raw man and she, as a woman, had instinctively reacted.
But that was yesterday and this was today, and today would be different. She’d see to it.
By the time she headed out of her apartment to her silver Ford, she’d donned as much armor as she could.
Subtle makeup covered her freckles.
Her wild hair was tightly contained in a knot at the top of her head.
She wore a long loose gauze skirt that skimmed her ankles, with a snug-fitting tank, topped by a blouse for extra coverage in case his car’s air conditioning made her too cool, and comfortable slip on sandals. She looked neat and professional, but not stuffy.
And best of all, her overblown curves weren’t that noticeable.
After stowing her briefcase and small overnight bag in the backseat, she checked her phone one more time to ensure she hadn’t missed any messages. Therman often had last minute instructions, but today, with Brodie, he remained silent.
Ignoring the tiny thrill zinging through her bloodstream, she set off for the Mustang Transport offices.
She had a feeling today would be quite the adventure—because Brodie Crews was quite the man.
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