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Annie had resisted the overwhelming urge to spend the next week at Clay's apartment just in case he came home. As six days, then seven passed, she honestly thought she was going to come out of her skin if he didn't call her. Every night, she lay awake in her own bed, staring at the ceiling, wondering if, during that last week, something had gone horrendously wrong.

The night of the eighth day, Annie got ready for bed, throwing herself onto it in frustration, knowing that her dreams would be restless, if she even managed to fall asleep.

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Clay dished himself out a plate of food, "I think it's becoming mine too."

[freshoffthefarm]

Before he could comment on how she never ate, she sat up and took a plate, too. Food was piled on and then she sat back again.

"If it wasn't, I'd hope you say so," she teased.

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"You're here, I'm here, and we're both mostly uninjured. That's the best part, I think."

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"Injuries incurred while lifting luggage don't count." She was eating her food slowly as she pondered him. "When do you have to go back to work?"

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"Tomorrow afternoon. I have a meeting to catch me up on whatever happened over the last few weeks."

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"Did you miss your suits?" She started pushing her food around on her plate.

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"I did. Even the white one is too hot for Paraguay."

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"I missed seeing them in the food court. Mid-morning coffee breaks weren't the same without you." Finished, she set the plate down on the table and pulled her legs up to look at him. "I'm sure the baristas will be happy to see you."

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"I know they'll be happy to see my tips."

[freshoffthefarm]

"That's kind of what I meant," she agreed. "You're the most generous one in the Agency, I'm sure."

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"Probably the only one in the Company that can afford it and comes down from above the seventh floor."

Most of the other directors thought it was improper to socialize with the other agents. He and Arthur were the exceptions.

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Not only were he and Arthur the exceptions, they really went beyond the scope and actually dated agents... or in Arthur's case, married.

"That's why you get perfect coffee every time. And they remember your order. And? I think they're flirting."

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"They can flirt all they want. I only have eyes for you."

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"I was teasing. I'm sure they can guess what I'd do if they tried anything else." She was all smiles.

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"I'm sure."

He matched her grin.

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"Women can be very scary if other women move in. Catty doesn't begin to cover it." Her tone was very matter of fact.

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"I'm sure. I've seen men do the same thing."

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"Get very possessive over what's theirs?" She eyed him. "I've seen it, too. Every time Jai Wilcox even thought about breathing in my general direction at the dinner."

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"I just can't stand him."

[freshoffthefarm]

"I know." Her voice was soothing as she took his plate and then she leaned up against him. "But I'm not with Jai, I'm with you. Here. Tonight."

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"And you did say I was good with my hands."

[freshoffthefarm]

"Oh, now that sounds like an offer, Clayton."

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"That's good, because it was."

It had been about eight hours after all.

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"Mmm," she said, taking a deep breath. "I'd also add that the foot massage was the start of a seduction."

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"I figured."