finished for the day and they would be afforded some solitude. He told himself that he wanted privacy so they wouldn’t be disturbed, but deep down he recognised that he wanted to get her alone for less honourable reasons.
Chapter Two
Lucy parked her car then checked her makeup in the mirror. She thought she looked quite good considering she had put in a full day of work. Her palms were clammy and her stomach was fluttering, making her slightly queasy. She told herself that her nerves were owing to the new job, but she knew that it was really the prospect of seeing Rhett again. God, he was one hot piece of male. When she had spotted him for the first time, waiting at their table earlier that day, her knees had gone weak and her tummy had performed somersaults. He’d reminded her of Channing Tatum and she had barely managed to keep her composure as she’d walked towards him.
She thought about her first impression of Rhett. He had dark blond hair that was a little too long and curled around his collar. His eyes were dark emerald green and he had a strong, chiselled jaw. When he’d stood to greet her, the sight of his powerful physique and the way his dress shirt stretched over his muscular shoulders and broad chest had made her mouth go dry. He had the body of a sex god and he obviously worked out—a lot! She’d taken a quick peek at his tailored dress pants and hadn’t missed the definite bulge at his crotch, and the way his slacks had hung on his lean hips had been almost sinful. As she’d drawn closer to him, she couldn’t help but notice the look of pure lust that was smouldering in his eyes, eyes that seemed to be undressing her as she walked towards him, making her heart rate stutter and her sex grow damp. Then, when she had held out her hand in greeting and he’d given her that panty-dropping smile, she’d almost swooned.
Through her research on the law firm, she’d learned that Rhett Hunter was twenty-eight and well on his way to becoming one of the most highly sought after commercial lawyers in Sydney. He had made in excess of five million dollars last year, but not just through his lawyerly pursuits. Apparently, Rhett Hunter was quite a whiz at predicting the stock market and invested in high-risk, high-return options. She recognised that he was too young for her, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t fantasise about him. What red-blooded woman wouldn’t be affected by such raw and powerful masculinity?
Shaking herself out of her reverie, she climbed out of the car and locked it before heading into the offices of Hunter & Associates.
As Lucy entered the building, the resounding quiet was a little disturbing. There was no general business melee and each office she passed was deserted. She made her way down the plushly carpeted hallway until she came to a large corner suite where light shone from within. She knocked on the door and a deep, masculine voice invited her to enter.
Rhett sat at a large desk, jotting notes onto a legal pad. He looked up when she entered, and she caught her breath. If possible, he looked even better than he had at lunch. His hair was sexily mussed and he gifted her with his awesome, panty-dropping smile before standing to greet her.
“Come,” he invited, motioning her in the direction of a lounge suite. “Would you like something to drink?” He turned towards a bar fridge and extracted a bottle of semillon sauvignon blanc.
“Please.” She took a moment to look around his office.
It was very masculine. A bookshelf full of legal tomes took up an entire wall. A mahogany desk sat under the window, through which the vast expanse of the city was framed. The lounge suite was upholstered in dark brown leather. A matching chair was to the side and a mahogany coffee table was positioned in front.
Rhett handed her a glass of wine before taking the seat to her right.
“Cheers,” he said, raising his glass to her and taking a sip.
Lucy took a drink of her wine,
Chapter Two
Lucy parked her car then checked her makeup in the mirror. She thought she looked quite good considering she had put in a full day of work. Her palms were clammy and her stomach was fluttering, making her slightly queasy. She told herself that her nerves were owing to the new job, but she knew that it was really the prospect of seeing Rhett again. God, he was one hot piece of male. When she had spotted him for the first time, waiting at their table earlier that day, her knees had gone weak and her tummy had performed somersaults. He’d reminded her of Channing Tatum and she had barely managed to keep her composure as she’d walked towards him.
She thought about her first impression of Rhett. He had dark blond hair that was a little too long and curled around his collar. His eyes were dark emerald green and he had a strong, chiselled jaw. When he’d stood to greet her, the sight of his powerful physique and the way his dress shirt stretched over his muscular shoulders and broad chest had made her mouth go dry. He had the body of a sex god and he obviously worked out—a lot! She’d taken a quick peek at his tailored dress pants and hadn’t missed the definite bulge at his crotch, and the way his slacks had hung on his lean hips had been almost sinful. As she’d drawn closer to him, she couldn’t help but notice the look of pure lust that was smouldering in his eyes, eyes that seemed to be undressing her as she walked towards him, making her heart rate stutter and her sex grow damp. Then, when she had held out her hand in greeting and he’d given her that panty-dropping smile, she’d almost swooned.
Through her research on the law firm, she’d learned that Rhett Hunter was twenty-eight and well on his way to becoming one of the most highly sought after commercial lawyers in Sydney. He had made in excess of five million dollars last year, but not just through his lawyerly pursuits. Apparently, Rhett Hunter was quite a whiz at predicting the stock market and invested in high-risk, high-return options. She recognised that he was too young for her, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t fantasise about him. What red-blooded woman wouldn’t be affected by such raw and powerful masculinity?
Shaking herself out of her reverie, she climbed out of the car and locked it before heading into the offices of Hunter & Associates.
As Lucy entered the building, the resounding quiet was a little disturbing. There was no general business melee and each office she passed was deserted. She made her way down the plushly carpeted hallway until she came to a large corner suite where light shone from within. She knocked on the door and a deep, masculine voice invited her to enter.
Rhett sat at a large desk, jotting notes onto a legal pad. He looked up when she entered, and she caught her breath. If possible, he looked even better than he had at lunch. His hair was sexily mussed and he gifted her with his awesome, panty-dropping smile before standing to greet her.
“Come,” he invited, motioning her in the direction of a lounge suite. “Would you like something to drink?” He turned towards a bar fridge and extracted a bottle of semillon sauvignon blanc.
“Please.” She took a moment to look around his office.
It was very masculine. A bookshelf full of legal tomes took up an entire wall. A mahogany desk sat under the window, through which the vast expanse of the city was framed. The lounge suite was upholstered in dark brown leather. A matching chair was to the side and a mahogany coffee table was positioned in front.
Rhett handed her a glass of wine before taking the seat to her right.
“Cheers,” he said, raising his glass to her and taking a sip.
Lucy took a drink of her wine,
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