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Chapter 3

DANIELLE

I slam the office door behind me, trying to calm my lurching stomach and treacherous heart.

What is it about exes?

There are the ones you see that make you cringe.
The ones you see and smirk at the memories, but you're glad you're over that shit, and then there are the bastards.

The ones that screwed you over, ruining you for everyone else.

The latter is Blake fucking James.

I cross my office in four strides; it's tiny, but I need air. Pushing open the window, I suck at the stale air that wafts in, scrunching my eyes shut.
It's pointless doing this, but something has to stop the memories from replaying in my mind.
Why does your brain always insist on bringing the nicest ones first?

Remember how he gave you butterflies? How his wink sent shivers down your spine?
How about the way you felt when his lips brushed against yours?

Better yet, can you remember how it felt when he told you he'd never seen anyone as beautiful as you?

I remember all of it...

FLASHBACK

"Let me kiss you, Danni before I do it regardless."

"I'm not sure-"

His hand spans my back, pressing my pelvis against his, his other hand lacing with mine as he pushes me against the wall.

His eyes burn into mine, his head dipping toward me as I try not to melt like putty in his arms. His lips capture mine and a moan leaves my mouth, causing him to smirk against me.

The kiss that follows leaves me breathless, his effortless expertise sending desire shooting into my core.

This shouldn't feel so good.

"I want to kiss you all day," I murmur, closing my eyes as I reach for him.

"Then do it."

PRESENT TIME

A knock on the door jolts me from the past, and I whirl to see the bastard himself gazing at me from the doorway. He's got that amused expression on his face, but the look in his eyes shows something else.

Something I don't recognize.

"Danni."

Fuck, how dare he say my name like it's audible gold?

His gravelly voice conjures up images of sweaty bodies fucking for hours, tongues on hot skin, and ripped clothes.

"Danielle." I snap back, sitting down before he gets the chance to notice my trembling legs.

"Fancy you working here." Blake grins, his eyes skimming the room.

I'd recently put my awards up, proud of them in their shiny silver frames, boasting my sales achievements.

Blake suppresses a yawn, and I wonder how anyone can look hot yawning.

He's the sort of guy that doesn't know the meaning of ugly crying.

"What do you want?" I ask crisply, opening my laptop.

I stare at the screen, praying there's something important there-but other than my research into retail and internet merging strategies-which I'd already read, there's nothing.

I clear my browser and search for travel industry news.

"Ouch. Well, my dad wants to make sure we get along. He's asked me to come and make sure, so..." he shrugs, his hair not moving an inch. "Here I am."