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I shook my head. Yeah, right. I was a Morelli, so I had connections, but that didn’t mean I had talent. Sketching in my sketchbook was one thing, and sure, I thought some of them were good, but would the world? Doubtful.

That was why I was in advertising.

And probably would be until the day I died.

Go me!

Chapter Fourteen

Knox

Every time Biancawalked into a room she silently stole focus. All eyes would go to her as she moved, swaying her hips from side to side, her perfect peach-shaped ass accentuated in most clothes, and don’t even get me started on her curves. She was a heck of a woman, and I doubted she knew just how incredibly sexy she was.

But I was certain everyone else did. Just look at all the heads that turned as she made her bold entrance into the restaurant.

Today she captivated in a pleated plaid mini skirt and suit jacket. Man, that hot schoolgirl outfit was going to be the death of me. Why did I insist on having her join me? Oh, that was right, because I’d wanted to see her.

My throat went dry with every step she took, her heels beating on the floor as she walked because how could they not? She was a heavy walker, and I could hear her footsteps miles away. Just another thing I couldn’t get enough of—those heels.

When she lifted her sunglasses to her head and finally spotted me, I waved as she approached.

Her eyes practically sparkled. She had such big eyes that I could never seem to look away. Honestly, I’d stare into them all day if I could.

Her hair was pulled back in some half up, half down thing, but I still wanted to get my hands caught up in the beautiful mess.

Suffice it to say, I wanted her.

Bad.

That was no secret.

Maybe if we could just have one night together, it’d be enough.

One taste.

One touch.

That was what I kept telling myself, but would that do?

“Hey,” Bianca said as she got to the table. “Thanks for inviting me.” She looked around and rolled her lips. They were sparkling with some sort of glossy shit and all I wanted was for her to wrap those lips around my cock. “This place is incredible. But how’d you get a reservation on such short notice?”

I cleared my throat and swallowed hard, feeling much too much like a horny teenage boy for my liking. Even when I had been a teenage boy, I hadn’t acted like this, so why now? Oh, that was right, one word: Bianca. Ignoring all that, I answered her question—“I had a meeting with a press person for a designer, but it fell through.”

She gasped, her eyes wider than usual as she took a seat and placed her purse in her lap. “They’re not showing up?” She placed an arm on the table and extended it, as though wanting me to meet her halfway and touch her hand with mine.

Oh, geez, it was official. I was back in middle school.

Pull yourself together, Knox, I thought to myself.

Instead of thinking about what signal she was giving me, I reached for my glass and took a sip of my drink. “No, but they did call when I got here, so that’s something.”

“I’m sorry, Knox.” She frowned and stretched her arm more to meet me, so this time I placed my arm there and took her hand in mine, appreciating her soft, small hands and delicate fingers.

“Thanks, but it’s really not a big deal. It was a long shot, to be honest. They were a big designer, so it’s little wonder someone else snatched them up and took all their marketing dollars with them.”

She frowned. “Some people are so foolish. They should only know no one will ever work as hard for them as you will. You go above and beyond for your advertisers. I’ve seen it firsthand.”

I looked at her and watched the corners of her full lips start to curve upward into a smile. That smile was something else. “You go above and beyond yourself. You have one of the biggest hearts.”

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