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doubt clash again.
    Naomi could feel it coming—she couldn’t stay quiet. She had to say something again and impress upon Jenna how important it was that she feel safe in her own home.
    As she mentally prepared to leave the serenity of her new workplace, the butler, Jeffrey accosted her.
    “Mr. Davenport requests your presence in his office,” Jeffrey said.
    Of course, he would—it was close to the end of her shift, and he would no doubt want some kind of feedback or provide it himself.
    She headed to the second floor toward the space he’d shown her earlier, her body seeming to heat up a bit more with every step as she got closer and closer to being one-on-one with her new, sexy boss again.
    She figured it was nervousness at first—that an assessment and grading of her first day was coming, and who wasn’t nervous when about to receive a scored test back? It was almost like a visit to the principal’s office.
    But she couldn’t keep up the delusion for long—she knew exactly why she was filled with nervous energy again.
    All day long, she couldn’t stop thinking about the way her new boss’s body moved under his clothes—the strength emanating from his tall, broad, muscular form.
    She couldn’t stop herself from wondering if he was as muscular as he seemed, as cut as she imagined.
    His arms bulged a bit with muscle—did he have an eight-pack of abs too? Was his chest hard as rock?
    All day long she had to fight off imaginings and fantasies of his shirt suddenly blowing off so she could see.
    He did something to her—the way his gray eyes pierced hers, the way he gazed at her like he couldn’t tear his eyes away, almost like he could look into her soul.
    It was sort of unnerving, but his eyes seemed so soft and warm that they put her at ease.
    Plus, his casual confidence drove her crazy, and he smelled so good too—a clean, masculine aroma that took her mind to unexpected places. Like being nude with him on a secluded beach.
    It wasn’t fair—how was she supposed to work here every day and not see him in wildly inappropriate ways? What was wrong with her?
    Don’t be so hard on yourself , she reminded herself. The guy is indisputably good-looking; your response is perfectly natural.
    The door was slightly open, but she knocked anyway.
    “Come on in, Naomi.”
    His deep, rich voice caressed her body.
    She was horrified to discover that by now, her panties were damp.
    How was it that he did this to her without even touching her?
    What was happening to her mind and body?
    She stepped inside, her cheeks warming even more as her eyes rested on him.
    He was so ridiculously handsome, and the way he looked at her so openly made her feel self-conscious and unsure.
    Why did he look like he liked her so much? She didn’t see him looking at any of the other workers with those eyes.
    Then again, he had met her at a pretty desperate place—no doubt she was witnessing his leftover compassion for the distressed damsel he’d met.
    “Have a seat,” he said, indicating the chair opposite him.
    Her heart pounded harder.
    “How did you like your first day here?” he began.
    What the heck? Wasn’t he supposed to be the one handing out a grade?
    “Sir?”
    “Oh, Christ. Please don’t do that. It’s not that sort of arrangement.”
    She had no idea what he meant.
    “I just want to know how you feel about the job. Does it seem like something you’d like to continue to do?”
    She already signed the papers and everything, didn’t she? Why was he asking this?
    He had to know by now that practically nothing would make her give up this opportunity; it was the answer to all of her current needs.
    Almost.
    “I just want to make sure you’re comfortable here,” he said. “With your duties.”
    “I love it, Mr. … Kevin.” Nah. It sounded strange coming from her mouth; it didn’t feel right at all. Calling him by his first name felt far too intimate and personal, and she needed things to stay strictly professional