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suppress her tears or feelings. She just let everything go; all the hurt, the tension, the humiliation of being dumped… and when she finally stepped out of the shower half an hour later, she finally felt human again.
                  She wrapped a towel around her body and walked back to the bedroom. First she was going to dry her hair and then she was going shopping for a new, knock ‘em dead office dress, she decided. Tomorrow, not only would she show Dimitri what he’d lost, but she was determined to show him how quickly she’d gotten over him, too.

Chapter 2
     
                  Angela didn’t know if it was her imagination or if everybody was really staring at her when she breezed into the office the following day. Heads turned as she strode across the ominous-looking main floor, her towering gold heels digging into the carpet. She didn’t know if it was because she was wearing a bright red dress that was drastically different than her usual attire, or because someone found out about her affair, but she was sure she heard hushed whispers follow her to her cubicle.
                  Calm down, she told herself. No one’s staring.
                  She did, however, manage to make it through the day without any direct contact with Dimitri. He passed by her desk a few times on his way in and out of her office, but kept his face carefully averted from her just like old times. It was literally as though nothing ever happened between them.
                  It was with a deep sense of relief that Angela finally gathered her things and walked out of the office at five in the afternoon. She walked to the elevator and pushed the button, desperate to be out of the office before she saw him again.
                  The elevator door opened and Angela froze in mid-step.
                  Shit.
                  It was empty except for Dimitri.
                  His eyes briefly darkened at the sight of her but he only leaned against the wall and crossed his arms, looking relaxed and nonchalant. Her lips pressed in a thin line as she walked determinedly into the elevator and punched the button with a fury that betrayed her cool exterior. The silence was thick with tension but she lifted her chin in continued determination. She certainly wasn’t going to talk to him. In fact, she wasn’t even going to look at him. Let him see how little she needed him.
                  Still, in the confined, velvet-lined interior of the elevator, she was much too aware of the proximity of his body. She stared straight ahead, trying to pretend that he wasn’t there but she could feel him behind her. She could feel the heat of his body melt into her back. He was standing at the far end of the elevator but she could feel him, feel every inch of him.
                  Her eyes widened as she suddenly realized that it wasn’t just her imagination.
                  Dimitri was standing close to her - so close that she could feel his hardening erection press between her butt cheeks. She held her breath as he splayed his fingers over her stomach, pulling her into him. All the emotions that she’d been trying to suppress rose to the surface, washing over her, almost consuming her.
                  “I’ve missed you.” His voice was low and husky in her ear as he nipped gently on her earlobe.
                  It would have been so easy to just close her eyes and allow herself to be swayed by the fierce assault of emotions that came crashing down upon her. Without really thinking about what she was doing, she placed her hand over his on her stomach, slowly lacing her fingers through his. Right then, pressed against his body, it was so easy to forget about how he’d practically ripped her heart out in the short time they’d been together.
                  But she couldn’t afford to fall