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sitting at my cube. I got to work early, despite the hangover, donning jeans and black boots and a low cut, long-sleeve t-shirt. I curled my hair and perfected my make-up. My tried and true juice and four tablets and a steaming shower hangover cure helped me work through the pain, and I was also working on a strong cup of coffee. I opened my email and found one from Nick declaring a team meeting at 9:00 sharp. It was reminiscent of Josie’s email the year before, but I refused to believe that McMillan would move Nick after only a year on our team. It was only 8:45, so I scanned a few other emails and started my daily “To Do” list before grabbing my iPad and coffee cup and heading to the conference room.
    Nick was there by himself, pulling up a PowerPoint when I walked into the room. He glanced up and smiled at me, focusing solely on me as he stopped what he was doing. “Julianne,” he said warmly, my name rolling smoothly off his tongue. “Good morning.”
    “Good morning, Nick,” I said, smiling back at him, loving how my name sounded coming out of his mouth. “How was your party?” I chose my seat carefully, taking the seat across from him that afforded me the best view of him during the meeting.
    “Miserable,” he said. He lowered his voice and smiled his sinfully wicked smile at me. “Your company would have made it more bearable.”
    What!?! He hadn’t invited me. Why would he say that to me?
    If that wasn’t flirting, I didn’t know what was.
    “I didn’t get the invitation,” I said. I would have gone if he had asked me. For sure.
    Just then, Malcolm entered the room. “Hey, Jules. Morning, boss.”
    “Good morning,” Nick and I said in unison. I glanced at Nick, and his eyes locked on mine for just a second. His gaze was burning hot. I could read the intense need in them, and then Jake came in the room, followed closely by Lucy, and the trance was broken when Nick glanced down at his iPad. “Good morning, everyone,” Jake said, and Lucy smiled and waved, taking the open seat next to me. Greg and Holly showed up a moment later, and then the meeting started. Nick was ever the professional, running the meeting like we hadn’t just kissed two nights before, when all I could do was focus on his sculpted lips as he spoke. Good God, he was a fine specimen of a man.
    Luckily, the meeting was a recap of our current projects and a few new assignments; it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, and it certainly wasn’t news that Nick was leaving our team. I was grateful for that, although now I had several new projects that I needed to start on right away, including a market analysis report for one of my biggest clients.
    Nick swung by my cube about an hour after our meeting. Seriously, with him strutting around in his sexy suit and tie, how was I supposed to concentrate on work?
    “Hey, Nick,” I smiled flirtatiously.
    “How are you, Miss Julianne Becker?” His eyes met mine, and I felt a tingle in my spine. He had no idea what he did to me, yet he stood there, composed as usual.
    Melting, I replied, “I’m just fine, and yourself?”
    “Great,” he said, running a hand through his hair. Oh, how I longed to do that for him. “Are you okay on the market analysis report? Davidson said we needed to have it done by week’s end.”
    I thought fast, and I knew that I only had one option. He had made a move, and I was determined to make one, too. “Well,” I started, nabbing my chance, “I am planning to start it today, but I think I’ll need some help. Do you by chance have some time tonight?”
    “Tonight’s kind of tight for me, but I can probably squeeze you in,” he smiled, showcasing his perfect teeth again.
    He can squeeze me in anytime he wants, I thought. Instead, I said, “That would be terrific. I could really use your opinion.”
    “How’s seven-ish? We could grab a bite to eat after,” he answered.
    “Sounds great,” I flashed him another smile.
    “You live in that