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frantically. My eyes drifted down her, watching as her perky tits bounced with her exertion.
    “Cooper,” she greeted, plastering a fake smile on her pretty face. “How nice to see you.”
    “Brittany,” I replied, giving her my best false smile as well.
    Brittany had been at Spotlight for a while. I’d gotten to know her over the years and at one point, we had been romantically involved—if hot, sweaty office sex was considered romantic. It had been some time since our last…encounter…and I couldn’t tell if it was my seething anger or some other disconnect, but I found myself uninterested in her at the moment.
    “I need to speak to Rita,” I told her, pushing my mind off our prior entanglements.
    “So I’ve heard. You have the entire fifth floor in an uprising.”
    I couldn’t hold back a small twitch of a smile, as I pictured the chaos following my arrival. Brighton Enterprises was likely the biggest account at Spotlight. We spent millions with them each year and, as such, commanded a red carpet, all access experience. Which usually required more than a five minute notice, to prepare.
    Brittany started back towards the elevators and I followed. My eyes noticed her ass looked nice and perky in her pencil skirt, and I was trying to figure out why I wasn’t able to fully enjoy the visual, when my mind ping-ponged back to the girl I had seen at the coffee shop. I hadn’t been able to get her out of my mind for the past week and since then, all other women seemed to morph to her. I’d easily held to my no-sex rule because no one else had even tempted me since I’d seen the jet black-haired goddess.
    Not even Brittany, who I happened to know was always up for a quickie up against a wall.
    I shook my head, forcing myself back to the matter at hand.
    Brittany led me through the maze of the cubicles and ushered me into Rita’s office where the battle began…
    Twenty-minutes later, I left Spotlight with Rita’s promise that she would personally oversee another set of images and get them to me by the end of the business day. Rita had been nothing but apologetic and friendly. She agreed with me on all points and nodded along like a fucking bobble-head the entire time.
    The perks of being a high-profile client . I sighed as I left the building.
    My entire body was tensed up. I’d gone to Spotlight to try and release some of my aggression, but it seemed to have had the opposite effect. I was more amped than when I’d left my office. I needed an outlet…and there was only one thing I knew that would do the trick.
     
     
     
    I strode down the street, mentally remapping my steps from my walk around this part of the city the past Saturday. I cursed myself for not being more observant. I’d been so busy eye-fucking the girl at the coffee shop that I hadn’t managed to locate the name of it. So, everything was by feel and intuition. I circled two blocks before I finally spotted it.
    I hurried to cross the street but then hesitated at the door. I peered through the glass and I saw her…
    Fuck …
    My cock ached just looking at her. She was even more beautiful than I’d remembered. Her hair was piled up in a bun so that her neck was exposed. I desperately wanted to run my tongue down her neck, licking and exploring every inch. Her eyes were wide and had more make-up than they had Saturday morning. She looked even more enticing…if that was even possible.
    She turned and I ducked out of sight, not wanting her to see me. It was bad enough I’d been caught staring at her once before. I had to be more careful. I couldn’t make it easy for her to write me off as some weirdo window peeper, whenever I finally found my balls and went to actually talk to her.
    I glanced back and saw her whole face light up.
    My heart stopped, wondering who she was looking at.
    God, I wanted her to look like that when she looked at me.
    She embraced a man who had just entered from the other side of the shop. I couldn’t see his face at