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waiting
for a signal of interest for the better part of the year. There would be no
retreat for her now because he wasn’t about to stop.
    He’d been patient. Had waited as Dani had
suggested when he’d wanted to pursue her from the beginning but Dani had been adamant
that Anabelle needed time. So, reluctantly, he’d adhered to the distinct ‘hands
off’ signal she’d given.
    But the other day he’d seen a clear green
light.
    Game
on.
    Derek studied the object of his obsession.
Today she looked like a pin up model from the forties with her black and white
polka dotted shirt buttoned and tucked into a tight knee length black skirt.
The shirt was almost see-through. He wondered if she realized he could make out
the lines of her white bra. She had a preference for lace, which was fast
becoming his favorite as well. The outfit wouldn’t normally be considered sexy
as it bordered on classic, except for the fuck me heels. Jeez, the dichotomy of
her choices kept him up literally and physically, more nights than he preferred
to count.
    He wiped the sweat off his brow and snuck
another glance. She leaned over her desk and argued with Charlie over something,
he couldn’t hear but from their whispers and body
language, he guessed it was about him. He didn’t care because her position
showcased her perfect ass and he worked hard on not swallowing his tongue. He
wanted to stop and fully enjoy the view without pretending to work but that
would have been too obvious.
    He couldn’t make out panty lines, which
meant one of two things, either Anabelle had a preference for thongs or she was
going commando.
    Have
mercy.
    It was a bonus Anabelle didn’t wear short
skirts. He’d yet to see her in one for which he was glad, he wasn’t sure his
heart could take the strain.
    He tugged his plaid shirt away from his
body, fanning it slightly. His nieces had given it to him for his birthday, but
now it was wet with sweat. “Would you ladies be offended if I took off my
shirt?”
    Two wide pairs of eyes snapped to him. “Of
course not, Derek,” Charlie said while Anabelle looked horrified.
    He shrugged. “Okay…maybe not then.”
    Out of the corner of his eye, he saw
Charlie elbow Anabelle and winced when she winced. Their sibling like bickering
made him smile.
    “Go ahead, we don’t mind,” Anabelle said a
few minutes later although she didn’t sound certain.
    He met her hazel eyes. Today they were more
green than brown. She had trouble meeting his eyes and kept glancing away. “Are
you sure?”
    “Definitely.”
    He didn’t think so but between the labor
and his lusting after Anabelle, he was hot. Still watching her, he unbuttoned
his shirt while her gaze followed his progress. He sucked in a breath and
caught her apple lemon scent. He slowed his movements liking how she watched
him. Her breathing sounded shallow. Too soon she realized he’d caught her
watching him and averted her gaze.
    Interesting.
    The sight of his chest affected her. He
smiled, pleased at the thought and filed away that bit of knowledge.

     
 
    Anabelle thumbed through Elle Décor, tore
out pages of inspiration to use for her presentation. Later, she’d scan them to
create a digital board. A rep had left a perfect sample earlier and she pulled
it from her library and admired the iridescent glass mosaic. It would be a
perfect complement to the capiz shell chevron pattern she’d selected earlier. For
the next few minutes, she played with the arrangement, tweaking the finishes
and keeping her hands busy so her eyes wouldn’t stray back to Derek.
    But as if a magnetic force compelled her, her
gaze honed in on Derek’s body as he lifted and screwed. His strong shoulders
were well defined but not the scary kind of muscles found
on the cover of weight lifting magazines. He twisted, reaching for his drill
and she caught a glimpse of his abs. A bead of sweat worked its way down the
happy trails of his lower stomach until it disappeared down the front of