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glinted with anger at Keith’s back.
    He looked at me, and his expression softened into one of apology and embarrassment. “Lexi, I’m so sorry—he’s an ass. If he tries anything, or says anything else, just tell me, and I’ll seriously take him outside and kick his butt.”
    I shrugged and tried to seem unaffected. “It’s okay. I know some of these big-shot actors let all the fame and attention go to their head. Still, he was most definitely an ass.”
    I wanted to remind Braden that he himself had said some horribly misogynistic comments the first time we’d met, but since he’d been so respectful at work, I decided to let it go. After several cocktails, I met some really interesting, non-asshole actors and directors, and felt much better—less nervous and less enraged by Keith’s comment.
    Dinner was about to start, where apparently everyone would sit in their assigned places at one of the spots on the long tables covered with lacy white linen. As Braden led the way to our seats, which were next to each other, he leaned towards me and said, “I think you’ll be pleased by who’s sitting on your other side. I called to make a special seating chart request.” He nodded at the name-card that sat to the left of mine as he pulled out our chairs.
    My heart jumped when I read the name. Rob Greenberg. A wave of excitement shot through my stomach at the thought of meeting such a huge screenwriter. “Are you serious?” I asked Braden delightedly. “Thank you, Braden!” And before I could stop myself, I leaned over and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek that surprised us both.
    As I drew back, my lips tingled warmly from the touch of Braden’s pleasantly rough stubble. I blushed hard and sat down, my gaze focused on my name-card. I heard him clear his throat and sit down next to me, and I felt his eyes on me for a moment. Before either of us could say anything, a man in his mid-fifties with gray hair, thick-rimmed glasses, and kind brown eyes sat next to me and extended his hand.
    “Well, Alexandra Montgomery,” he said after he read my name-card. “Looks like we’re going to be dinner partners. I’m Rob Greenberg, and I hear you want to be a screenwriter?”
     
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    “I can’t believe he’s going to look at my screenplays,” I gushed as Braden drove me home several hours later. “And he had so much good advice and tips—oh, and not to mention the fact that Rob Greenburg is hilarious, isn’t he?”
    Braden’s mouth quirked up as he took the turn onto my street. “Sounds like you’re in love.” He laughed. “Do I detect an older-man crush?”
    I rolled my eyes and laughed as Braden parked in front of my complex, got out, and held my door open. I grinned at him as he helped me out and walked me to the front of the three-story building. “Maybe I do. You jealous?” I teased, letting Braden help me up the stairs to the third level.
    I felt almost giddy, not only from the cocktails, wine with dinner, and the sinfully tasty chocolate lava cakes for dessert, but from the wonderful conversation with Rob Greenburg and the fact that he had indeed agreed to read my screenplays and given me his contact information. I practically flew, which was why I must have teased Braden about being jealous without a second thought.
    We stood by my apartment door, Braden’s eyebrows raised at my playful comment, and his soft lips twitched with a smile. Suddenly, I could hardly keep my eyes off those lips. The bottom one was especially plump, and I had the urge to pull on it with my teeth. His mouth moved closer and closer to mine, and his warm breath hit my cheek, which sent heat through my body.
    My eyes flicked up to his, and I gasped at the intensity and desire that glittered in their blue depths. His piercing gaze moved to my lips, and I licked them in anticipation. I was utterly on fire and desperate for his mouth to be on mine. I didn’t care that he was my boss or a notorious playboy.
    But the sound of