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for her dismissal, but whatever it was that took place after she had stepped out of Mr. Evans' home had clearly upset Dimitry enough to banish her from Indulgent Designs forever. She was never good at groveling either, though she had done her best only to find it got her nowhere.
    After retrieving the requested document, she gathered what little of her wits remained and went back out to face the two men. Since there was no point in teasing herself with something she couldn't have, she pushed the blueprint across the counter toward Logan without making direct eye contact. Fortunately, her office manager approached them, and she made a speedy retreat into the break room.
    Once behind closed doors, she sank into a chair and began daydreaming about Logan's gorgeous smile and home—a smile she would never get to fully enjoy and a home whose potential she would never see fulfilled. Even more heartbreaking, she would never know more about the adult room that beautiful architect had alluded to.
     
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    Proposals and drafts were of little interest to Logan, and the rest of his afternoon was spent thinking about Chloe and her pink, glossed lips and lush hips. It was a lovely distraction from what was going on outside of work, or rather, what wasn't going on.
    Logging onto his computer, he brought up names of the firm’s employees in hopes of finding out a little more about her. The company policy prohibiting such activity gave him pause, but not much. The mental images of her soft-as-sin curves and enticing mouth were too tempting to resist breaking the rules. Unfortunately, the records offered him nothing in the way of useful information. Then again, what did he expect to find—a list of her hard limits and preferred traits in a sexual partner? If only.
     
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    After his tedious day, Logan drove home, the just-over-an-hour-long trip giving him time to think about what his next plan of action for his home would be. But instead of business, he found himself still thinking about Chloe and the look on her face when he spoke of his history with the old church. He had wanted to share more with her in hopes of seeing that scandalized and entertained expression on her face again, but so much for that.
    Finally at home, he gazed around at the misplaced furniture. The surprise of seeing Chloe was still fresh in his mind when he began rearranging the furniture for the fourth time. He remembered well what it felt like having to work while taking on an internship, and wondered how she was faring with that prick Moriarty. Hopefully, he was treating her kindly, though deep down he knew she was most likely being treated like some second-class citizen. Working God only knows how many hours at Indulgent Designs and Baker & Macy Architecture Firm was surely putting a strain on her physically. The last thing Chloe needed was the emotional stress of working for an asshole.
    Annoyed with himself for fawning over and worrying about a woman he knew nothing about, he decided to take the matter of his pleasure into his own hands. He might as well since calling any number of women on his personal contact list was off the table while his place remained unsuitable for guests.
    In the shower, he focused inwardly as music and steam swirled all around him. With his eyes closed, he let the hot water cascade down his body as he tried to envision what his home would look like when completed—the colors, the layout, the equipment —and the women he would entertain there.
    He tightened his grip on himself and stroked, the sounds of his grunts echoing off the stone walls. He would show those women what it was like to be under his control and to experience a kind of pleasure that would leave them reeling and begging for more.
    Without warning, Chloe's smile flashed behind his closed lids.
    Was she attached to anyone?
    Stroke.
    What things interested her?
    Stroke.
    Her likes? Dislikes?
    Squeeze.
    Was she as talented at getting her throat fucked as she was at