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    Alexander was his assistant after all. I wasn’t sure just how close they were, and judging by the way Blake spoke to Alexander over the phone, I didn’t think they were that close. But still, information like this was powerful and I knew it could spread, so I needed to keep my lips sealed.
    No matter how badly I wanted to trust those profoundly blue eyes.
    “Well, whatever you’re thinking of doing, don’t do it.”
    He looked me over as though he approved of me. I felt his eyes travel my body, taking me in, almost in admiration. I tilted my head and shrugged my shoulders, not really knowing how to react to this tattooed Adonis checking me out. My body was growing hotter and hotter by just being next to this guy.  
    “I don’t know about that, but thanks. Guess it’s from being called Frankenstein growing up.”
    Also; I didn’t know how to flirt. Not well at least. Sometimes, on the days when my confidence was somehow peeking, I would hold my head up higher and my chest up along with it. Those were the days I could hold my own, in fact, it was exactly on one of those days that I met Blake Evans.
    But today wasn’t one of those days. It could have also been the effect of just how astonishingly gorgeous this man was. Or, it could have been the fact that I just had to witness the father of my child going to town on a blond girl like it was an all-you-can-eat buffet at Dennys.  
    Take your pick.
    “I find it hard to believe a beautiful girl like you would ever be called Frankenstein.”
    I couldn’t help but freak out a little bit inside. He just told me I was a beautiful girl, and the way he said it! It wasn’t like a passing phrase, something your grandmother would say because she was your grandmother and wanted you married already. No, this sounded strong, confident.
    “You should have seen me with braces and a unibrow,” I said, once again, saying way more than I should have. He was turning me into a babbling brook of idiocracies, just one after another after another. To my relief, Alexander laughed, a gentle kind of laugh, like a friendly virus, infecting your system and drawing out the same reaction.  
    “Please tell me you have photos of yourself as a kid,” he said, as if he were ever actually going to see them even if I did have them and by chance remembered where they were (inside my third drawer in the dresser next to the closet).
    “Can’t remember where I left those darn things.”
    “Well, you should have seen me as a kid. I needed braces for pretty much my whole childhood.” His admission of a fault was somewhat endearing and made him even more attractive, throwing him up and over comfortable levels of hotness. The territory was getting murkier and murkier as time passed and we continued talking.
    “Shit, I didn’t even realize we passed Dr. Gerrad’s office,” he said, raising his arm above his head and scratching innocently, like those unfathomably adorable cartoon monkeys that always aired on the weekend mornings.
    “So much for an escort, huh?” he said, turning back and trying to orientate himself with the room numbers.  
    “Don’t worry, I once led my family into a bathroom instead of Thunder Mountain at Disney World.”
    “That is a pretty big mix up though,” he chided, moving down the hallway we had previously passed. I could smell his cologne, a sporty mix of fragrance, drift over my way as we continued talking about our favorite roller coaster rides.
    “The Hulk was literally the most-terrifying experience of my life,” I said, remembering that muggy, Florida day when Con forced me into riding the rollercoaster with him. I was never much of a risk taker and got sick pretty easily, so naturally I was opposed to riding on a device that catapults you out in backbreaking speeds. But it had been something that Con had wanted to do the moment he found out we were taking a Florida vacation.
    “As soon as the ride stopped, I thought it would be a good time to let