Bryan's POV The lady has some nerves I must say. She knew me, she knew Isabelle. Looks like they aren't friends that begin with. Her fierce stare and her solid voice. That was a real woman. I smiled again as the enticing memory of our first meeting flashed before my eyes. I got to see those gray eyes again and this time, they were closer. I was an inch close to drawing her in for a kiss. She was injured, I saw as she walked back to get her bag. I said it, if we meet again, I wouldn't let her go. So be it, she would be mine in a couple of days. At first, I wondered who it could be that dared to raise her voice, even my mother dared not. She was lucky I had an interest in her, other people don't end up too good. All the pleasure I took in her was in her eyes. She would regret meeting me or coming to my company to work. Someone knocked on my door, drifting me away from my thoughts. "Come in Linda." She had come in handy. "Is she gone?" "Yes sir." "You didn't talk to her much for
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