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holding his attention?
    Grunt.
    What was the point of even wondering about any of it?
    He knew what the point was— he wanted her . He widened his stance and placed a hand on the wall to steady himself when the image of her tight body infiltrated his thoughts. To stave off the sexual tension boiling in his balls, he stroked more intensely. When he imagined her ass lifted in the air and pushing against him as her body responded to his manipulations and deep penetrations, he let out one last moan ending in a sigh with his release.
    Dried and dressed in flannel pants, he tossed himself onto the mattress still lying on the floor. Though he felt physically satisfied, it did little to get Chloe out of his mind. It seemed fate had intervened and given him one last chance to see her. While it was an odd thing on fate's part, the more he thought about it, their employment at the same company might have its advantages. He hadn't yet worked out what those advantages might be, but with a little bit of elbow grease and persuasion, his wicked fantasies about her might just turn into reality.
     
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    Chloe’s evening was spent at her second job, moping. Once again feeling embittered about her ill-fitting uniform that looked more like a costume, she took a break from serving lattes and espressos to complete strangers in order to browse the want ads. Not that it mattered. No one was going to give her a chance after having been let go from Indulgent Designs.
    Forcing herself to think about something else before she broke down crying again, she instead attempted to read the newest issue of High Gloss , but it was no use. She was trying too hard to think of everything other than the fact that her lifelong dream had turned out to be a massive time-suck.
    In her quest to graduate at the top of her class, she had not only let her friendships fall by the wayside, but her love life, and now she had nothing to show for it and no one to blame but herself. Not that there was much of a love-life to begin with. The past four years had been about becoming an interior designer and everything surrounding that goal, and she didn't have anything to show for it except a well-decorated apartment. The sad realization was that she was just as big an asshole as Dimitry was.
    Still, there was Logan Evans and the thoughts of him that kept creeping into her head. The attraction simmering between them, his intense eye contact, visions of his hands on her body and rolling sweat, and his mouth making urgent demands—all fantasies, sure, but what was life if she couldn't pander to an occasional dream?
    Working part-time for Baker & Macy, it would be another three days until she might get a glimpse of Mr. Sex Appeal again. Three days too damned long.
     
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    At the end of her shift, Chloe found herself in her apartment, tired and worn out. Fully clothed, she threw herself on her bed and tried to forget about the life she was living while dreaming of a day when she didn’t have to hold down two jobs to pay her bills. Maybe even a day when a strong man would enter her life and give her the kind of satisfaction she had only fantasized about.

Chapter Five: Proposition
     
    T he following day when lunchtime arrived, Logan was faced with a decision. He had tried all morning to side-step thoughts of the pretty brown-haired woman with the mouth that was begging to be kissed, and if he was lucky, fucked. And that body—holy hell, the things he wanted to do with that body. He had even avoided thinking her name in a lame attempt to keep his mind off the image of her legs draped over his shoulders while pile-driving into her.
    When he ultimately, though not surprisingly, gave into his carnal nature, he ventured back down to the file room in hopes of getting another peek at Chloe. He searched the room only to see the older woman he had encountered the day before.
    “Where's Chloe?” The eagerness in his voice was hard to conceal, making him fidget with his tie in an