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by the pool with an
ice cold drink. Maybe you shouldn't do that. I'm not sure I like the
thought of guys ogling you. We know that happens."
    Rachel
laughed as she nudged his arm.
    "What?"
he asked. "The second I looked your way, I couldn't take my eyes
off of you."
    "It
was more like my friends were so loud you couldn't help but look over
at us," she said.
    "Not
true," he replied. "When I looked up from my laptop and saw
you, I knew that I wanted to talk to you. I will admit that I was
thrilled when your friends left you there by yourself."
    They
pulled up in front of a place that looked like a diner.
    "We
are going in there?" she asked.
    Cliff
nodded. His driver hurried around to open the door.
    "No,"
she said, as Cliff got out and reached for her hand. "I want to
go someplace nice. You look to good to be sitting in a tiny booth in
there. You picked this place because I'm paying."
    He
took her hand and helped her out of the car. His driver said
something to him before getting back in the car and driving away.
    "I
like it here. The food is really good. They see men in suits all the
time. I'm glad to hear you think I look good."
    Cliff
held the door for her to walk in before him. They sat next to each
other in a corner booth. The waitress walked up with two menus.
Rachel couldn't help but notice the way the woman looked at Cliff.
She also couldn't deny the feelings that consumed her as she watched
the woman checking him out.
    "So
nice to see you, Mr. Martin. I hope you're having a wonderful day."
    Rachel
cleared her throat and asked the woman for water.
    "Do
you two know each other?" Rachel asked when the woman walked
away.
    Cliff
laughed and shook his head.
    "No,"
he said. "Maybe it's the suit."
    "Very
funny," she said.
    "I
eat here every couple of weeks. I really do like it. It has nothing
to do with who's paying the bill. What are you doing this afternoon?"
    Rachel
was thinking about her day when the waitress walked up with two
waters and continued to give Cliff flirty eyes. They both ordered
sandwiches and soup. Rachel knew she had no claim on Cliff, but it
didn't stop her irritation towards the waitress.
    "This
afternoon," Cliff said with a smile.
    Rachel
pretended to be deep in thought over what she was going to be doing.
    "I
think I'll take your advice," she said.
    "What
advice is that?" he asked.
    "I
think I'll relax out at the pool with an ice cold drink."
    Cliff
reached over and squeezed her leg, as she laughed.
    "I
can't help it if I'm a chic magnet," he said.
    "Did
you seriously just say that?" she said with a laugh.
    "I
did," he answered.
    "You
are something else. I don't even know what to say to that," she
said.
    Rachel's
sandwich looked so good. Maybe he was right about how good it was,
she thought. When she bit into it, she let out a tiny moan. Cliff
looked at her and smiled.
    "Is
it that good?" he asked.
    She
shook her head and took another bite.
    "Now
when I hear that sound come from you, I'll think you're comparing me
to a sandwich," he joked.
    "Two
very different levels of good," she joked back.
    "Come
see my office," he said. "I don't have any meetings this
afternoon. I want to show you where I spend my day."
    "I
don't know if that's a good idea."
    "I'll
expect to see where you spend your days once school starts," he
said. "Come on."
    Rachel
looked over at him.
    "That's
almost three months away. What makes you think you won't be tired of
me by then?" she asked.
    "Not
possible," he said. "You keep me smiling and on my toes."
    "Won't
all the ladies in the office be jealous when I walk in with their
chic magnet?" she asked.
    "No,"
he said. "They will all wonder how the old man snagged such a
young hottie."
    Rachel
burst into laughter.
    "You
are far from old," she said. "I very much doubt that's what
they say about you when you walk by. You have looked in a mirror
before. Do you ever take your jacket off at work?"
    "Of
course," he said. "I have it off most of the time."
    "Then
they definitely aren't calling you