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“Oh, I honestly don’t know if that is a possibility or not. I can speak to my client and discover whether or not they object to what you suggest,” Isabella said, managing to pull her hand free, and burying it in the folds of her skirt.
She took a step back. His request seemed perfectly innocent, but she was convinced it was anything but transparent and she couldn’t think straight with him gazing into her eyes like that. He was so close she could smell the appealing aroma of rich espresso with cinnamon he had enjoyed recently. It was her own favorite after work pick-me-up.