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gets in first and is buckled in.

Chapter Seven

Alyson

I totally forgot about the delivery, who orders a bed and then goes overseas?

People with a job.

Maybe I can buy some nice things now, maybe even get ahead on my rent… maybe even pay the damned rent.

I can’t believe I’ve got the job, then lunch with the CEO and now he’s taking me home to make sure I get the delivery for my neighbor?

I admit, I’m secretly hoping it’s more complex than that.

Like maybe continuing on from that near kiss back in his office?

I try not to, but I let out a little sigh, just thinking about the day so far, about how handsome Eric is and what a great driver he is too.

I can’t fault the man. It’s almost like he has super powers he’s so perfect, so damned good looking.

I still don’t get what he’d see in me, why he’d want me for anything.

But there’s not a trace of anything bad in him, I can tell that much.

I try directing him, but he seems to know the city better than I do and we’re at my apartment building in time to see a delivery truck about to pull out, which he cuts in front of, making them swear and honk loudly.

“I hope this is your bed,” he says with a grin, leaping out and holding up both hands, hailing the drivers and explaining the situation.

There’s some mumbling and grumbling, but I see the flash of green and in no time the two delivery guys are falling over themselves to get the job done.

“They almost missed us,” Eric says, helping me out of the car and pretending not to notice my look.

“You didn’t have to do that,” I tell him, but he’s already past it, already somewhere else in his mind.

Looking the building up and down, then eyeing the street he frowns.

“It’s not as bad as it looks,” I lie.

It’s actually worse, after dark.

Taking the tiny elevator up to my floor, I can tell Eric isn’t used to seeing how other people live.

“It’s uncanny,” he says, almost reading my thoughts.

“When you were a little girl, I used to live right down the street. Building’s gone now, but the old neighborhood, it hasn’t changed a bit.”

It makes me feel a little less embarrassed about the place, but it’s a far cry from his world, the restaurant. His car. That suit.

I feel like a peasant by comparison. As if for the first time I’m noticing the shabby building, the smelly elevators, the stained walls and carpeting.

“Any more deliveries while your neighbor’s overseas?” he asks, which I think is a strange question, shaking my head.

“Good,” he declares. And I furrow my brow in my own question, but Eric just smiles and gives me a sly wink.

“Who orders a bed and then goes on holiday?” he asks me and we both laugh, me for more reasons than one.

The inside of my neighbor’s apartment is much nicer than the outside. Homely and clean, but mine, opposite I’d rather not think about.

I’ll just die if.

“Which one’s yours?” Eric asks, looking at the door opposite, trying not to grin as I look away, and hoping he’ll change the subject.

Fortunately, he picks up on my embarrassment and contents himself to help me clear a way for the delivery men in my neighbor’s place, moving some furniture and giving it his full attention.

By the time we have a clear path and the old bed stacked up against the wall, the sound of the delivery men huffing interrupts us as once again, I feel nothing but attraction when being so close to Eric alone and his eyes on me, his low sounds and sultry glances tell me he feels the same.

Eric lets the men take the bed as far as the bedroom, telling them we can take it from here. They shrug and eye the second, original bed.

“This going?” One of the men asks and I nod, making him smile, then frown as he realizes its twelve flights down as well as up carrying another bed.

They both shrug and get to work, Eric’s money poking out the top of their overall pockets, looking like they made a tidy profit for moving two beds.

Eric himself makes sure he sees them out, closing then bolting the door behind them.

Anyone else doing that and I’d be concerned, maybe even a little scared, but because it’s Eric, I feel a sudden thrill ripple through me.

I’m standing in the bedroom, shivering now as I hear his steps