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I was also busy telling myself during my car ride to work that I have to be careful. It isn’t just that I have to watch out for inappropriate behavior. On top of that, I have to pretend like there aren’t any sparks between us. It is hard to ignore the way he kept looking at me so intensely when we first met.

I knock on his office door, and Adam opens the door for me. Sitting in front of Aiden’s desk is an older man I don’t recognize, and sitting behind the desk is the man himself.

Aiden smiles at me with such warmth that I feel I could melt. It is unfair to see just how gorgeous and charming his smile is; it instantly makes it more difficult to ignore what is going on between us. It also doesn’t help that his impressive muscles manage to still come through his button-up shirt and suit. I wonder what his different muscles felt like.

“Carl, this is Kate Harly, our new head of PR,” Aiden says to the gentleman I didn’t recognize. “Good morning, Kate. This is Carl Stern. he works in HR.”

“Pleasure to meet you,” Carl says while shaking my hand.

“Likewise,” I reply. “Would you like me to come back?”

“No, not at all!” Aiden insists. “We had just concluded our conversation not a minute before you got here. Adam, Carl, thank you for taking the time to meet with me.”

Both Adam and Carl take their leave, stepping out of the office and closing the door behind them as they leave.

I take my seat in front of his desk, becoming more anxious with every second. It isn’t easy to sit across from him. I’m lost looking at his gorgeous features—his short, thick dark hair, his full sexy lips, and his illuminating eyes. Today, his eyes are grey, but I had seen them appear a cool blue before. I suspect that his eyes must change color depending on certain lights or the specific outfit he is wearing.

It doesn’t help that I can feel some moisture between my legs as I got comfortable in my seat. He is a beautiful man, and he knows it.

“Welcome aboard,” says Aiden with a suggestive tone. “Before we start, I wanted to address any specific questions that you might have going in.”

I do have several things that I want to ask him, but none of them pertain to our business at hand.

“If I think of anything, I’ll hit you up,” I respond.

“All right,” he nods. “Today, we need to discuss strategy together. There are many avenues to take with this bullshit, and I honestly don’t know which would be the best. This is where I’m counting on you, Ms. Harly.”

“Call me Kate.”

“Oh.” He chuckles. “I thought we were speaking professionally to each other.”

“I think we can speak to each other however we feel comfortable, right?” I retort.

“I agree,” he says, his steely grey eyes piercing into my soul.

“Strategy,” I state. “Getting Tech Wreck out of the train wreck.”

“Right!” he says with amusement. “Nice wordplay.”

“Thank you. I don’t think I need to tell you that it’s going to be really fucking difficult to make you look like a good guy here, no matter what. Whether you even did it or not doesn’t matter—”

“I didn’t rape her,” he interrupts. “I didn’t hurt her. Just so you know.”

“I believe you,” I say without total sincerity. “I’m just saying, no matter what we do here, there will always be people that support you no matter what, and there will be people protesting you and hating you no matter what.”

I wasn’t sure what to believe when I first met Aiden. I wanted to believe that the stories weren’t true. Sarah Blackburn is the only accuser thus far, and I know a bit about Sarah’s bad reputation.

“So, what’re you thinking?” Aiden asks.

“I think that we need to do something for the community and do it fast, before the weekend,” I explain. “Something that will make you look good, generous, and considerate. A way that will make others happy and warm when they see it on the news or read an article. It can’t seem forced. It has to be genuine.”

“How the hell are we going to pull that off?” he wonders.

“I had some ideas.”

“Please, tell me what you have in mind,” he allows.

“I have a few suggestions,” I say timidly. “But the idea that I keep coming back to is—and, this is just an idea—we have you visit the children’s wing of a hospital and have you donate learning tablets to all the kids. Initial thoughts?”