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A well put together face that I know for a fact models and actors from all over there world would kill for, and scruff that covers the bottom half of his face that fits who him just beautifully.

My mind is going crazy with one singular question. Why is this man, whose pictures don’t do justice, standing so close to me or even talking to me? Why did he approach me?

As much as I want those very questions to come out so that my curiosity can go away, I can’t find myself to actually speak. I feel my mouth open but not a single word comes out.

I don’t know how long I continue to gape at this gorgeous man but I do.

Great. My first day at a new job and I’m already making a fool out of myself.

7

ELLA

There are a few ways I thought that my first morning at Lane Enterprises would go. Running into a member of the family the company was named after, before I even set foot into he building, was not something that I had at the top of the list or even on the list at all. And if I did think about the possibility of running to a member of the Lane family, Bennett Lane was not who I thought it would be.

He’s not only gorgeous, he sex on a damn stick.

He’s sex on a stick and here I and gawking at him as if he were butt naked in front of me.

It’s at that thought that I snap out of the weird stupor he put me in.

“I’m sorry.” I stutter out, but feeling completely confused about what I’m apologizing for.

Bennett, or does he go by Mr. Lane? smirks down at me, turning to face me head one and possibly come even closer to me than he already was. I may be imagining the last part, but he definitely feels closer to me than he did a second ago.

His height takes me a bit by surprise. He has to be over six foot something, because I’m five six and wearing a small heel and I still have to look up at him.

“What exactly are you apologizing for?”

That’s the same question that I’m asking myself.

I try to come up with an answer before I make a bigger idiot out of myself, but it seems like I’m failing.

Way to go Ella.

“Sorry,” I say again, but I find myself quickly shaking my head because why am I apologizing again? I take a second or two to formulate an answer and this time I’m actually able to speak a full sentence and figure out what I was apologizing for. “I was saying sorry for the jumping and if my yelp came out a little too loud. You startled me a bit when you spoke.”

The way this man looks at me in this instant has me wishing for a black hole to open and suck me through or peel off all of my clothes. I can’t quite figure out which one.

“So what you are saying is that I should be the one apologizing.” The smirk that this man is wearing is effecting me in ways that it shouldn’t.

I may know this man name, and who his family is, but apart from that, Bennett Lane is a complete stranger. Sure he is a handsome stranger, but still a stranger nonetheless so he his little, hot smirk, shouldn’t have me wanting to cross my legs to keep a certain part of me from throbbing.

I don’t realize that I’m taking way too long to answer the man’s comment before he continues, throwing me off with his next few words.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have approached you without any warning.”

I can’t help but to give him a confused look.

Is he apologizing because he really means it and he is truly sorry for startling me or is he just apologizing to keep this whole bit going?

Who knows, the tone of his voice isn’t giving anything away, but that doesn’t even matter. What matters is the fact that having this man’s attention on me has be feeling like a blush is creeping up my neck and covering my face. There is no reason I should be blushing right now.

I try to shake off my embarrassment before I continue, my voice barely audible. “Don’t worry about it. I was being a little weird. The majority of people don’t talk to themselves, let alone try and convince themself to walk into a building. It’s my first day today and the nerves decided to hit hard the second I walked up.”

I don’t know why this was a good time to start rambling. I’m just killing it with the good impressions with this guy.

Speaking of which, he just continues to look down at me, his facial expression doesn’t even shift. You would think I would get at least a smile when I told him it was may first day.

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