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Darina sat behind her desk rubbing her hands up and down her
cold arms. All she wanted was to feel warm again. She
frowned when her eyes stayed completely dry.
I can’t even cry over him anymore.
A raw emptiness filled her until getting out of her chair
seemed like too much effort. She sighed and leaned her head
against the back, staring blankly at the dark ceiling.
Now what?
The pale ceiling tiles held no answer. She took slow,
even breaths until her pulse calmed to normal and
contemplated leaving her office. A noise sounded in the
hallway but she couldn’t even muster the strength to care
who it might be. It was most likely the cleaning crew
anyway. It wouldn’t be Marc, of that she was certain. No way
would Heather allow him out of her sight. A small relief in
itself.
The door opened and she sat up just as the lights came
on. The sudden illumination made her squint and all she
could make out was a large shape in her doorway.
What the hell?
"Ms. Tanner, are you all right?"
The deep voice sounded vaguely familiar, but she couldn’t
place it. It also sounded sexy as hell and she rubbed her
eyes in the hopes of getting a better look. She blinked and
had to look up a ways before reaching the concerned gaze of
the security guard from downstairs. He stood well over six
feet, with broad shoulders and well-defined muscles in his
dark uniform. His thick, black hair looked just long enough
to run her fingers through, though it didn’t touch his
collar. She frowned as her addled thoughts returned to his
question.
"Uh, yes…"
"Solon," he replied at her slightly embarrassed pause.
"My name is Solon, Ms. Tanner, but everyone calls me Sol."
"Oh. Um, yes, Sol. I’m fine."
His dark gaze met hers for a moment before slowly sliding
down her body. It lingered at her breasts, where the tops
were slightly bared from one too many buttons coming loose
when she’d massaged her neck. She followed his gaze and her
cheeks burned when she realized what a view he was getting
from his impressive height, but she resisted the urge to
cover herself.
At least he seems to like what he sees.
Marc had stopped looking at her with lust in his eyes
months ago, the first sign of trouble. A shiver raced up her
spine from Sol’s obvious interest. She tried to relax
against the chair more, thrusting her breasts out a bit as
her nipples hardened under his attention. Sol’s Adam’s apple
bobbed as he swallowed and stepped farther into the small
office.
"I know you usually leave by six, Ms. Tanner. I just
wanted to make sure everything was okay up here," he said,
his voice huskier than before.
She smiled and he appeared to clench his teeth. It gave
her a perverse thrill to know she affected him this way, to
know she could affect him at all. After Marc threw her away
she’d had her doubts, but Sol’s hot look blew them away and
made her blood boil with sudden recklessness.
I must be losing my mind.
She turned her chair slightly, pulling her legs from
beneath her desk and into Sol’s line of vision. Then she
slowly raised one to cross it over the other, causing her
skirt to inch up and expose a bit of thigh. His breath
stuttered loudly in the quiet room before he cleared his
throat and shut the office door behind him.
Oh my.
Sol’s breath left him in a rush and his heart damn near
stopped completely. Not only was Darina not crying but she
was flirting…with him. Suddenly he was the luckiest man on
earth and wondered what he’d done to deserve such a treat.
He stepped toward her desk warily, expecting at any moment
for her to come to her senses and order him back downstairs.
Baby, please don’t ask me to leave.
She sat up a little straighter as he approached and he
stopped beside her desk, a mere two feet of space separating
them. He stood looking down at her, admiring the sight of
her beautiful cleavage, golden skin appearing soft as silk,
begging for his touch.
"I’m fine, Sol. I was going to leave but…"
She stopped and a flash of doubt crossed her face. He
quickly went to one knee before her, snagging her gaze
before she could shut him out completely.
"I know, Darina. I saw them," he said quietly.
He was taking a big risk both in using her first name and
in admitting watching her heartbreak unfold. She could
easily react in anger and possibly cost him his job after
all. If so, he vowed to find Marc and beat the hell out of
him to gain some kind of satisfaction.
Darina gasped slightly and lowered her head, her lower
lip quivering for a moment. When she looked back up at him,
there was moisture in her eyes, but she smiled.
"I guess hiding in here must seem foolish," she said quietly.
Sol shook his head and placed his hand over hers.
"Not at all. I know the bastard hurt you. I wish I could
hurt him for you in return."
She looked startled by his admission and he cursed
himself silently for saying too much.
"You do?"
He nodded and caressed the back of her hand with his thumb.
"He was an idiot to think he could find anyone to take
your place, Darina. You’re so beautiful."
She blushed and let out a slight laugh, lowering her head
again. Sol reached up with his other hand and raised her
chin. He met her gaze and ran his thumb over her bottom lip.
"It’s the truth. I’ve thought so since the first time I
saw you."
She sighed and closed her eyes, her warm breath caressing
his thumb. The sensation raced through him, straight to his
quickly filling cock. He stifled a groan and prayed it
wouldn’t be too obvious when he stood.
"I think he prefers blondes," she whispered.
The pain in her admission called to him and there was
nothing he wouldn’t do to ease it.
"I don’t," he whispered as he leaned in and slowly
pressed his lips against her tempting mouth.