She had the sense that he was tempted to walk her to the driver’s side of her car when he hesitated to go to his own. But apparently he resisted the urge because as Jani went to her sedan, he walked in front of it to his own vehicle.
While Jani unlocked her door he stood with his back to his, watching her.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” she called across to him.
“Right. Tomorrow,” he confirmed, waiting for her to get in before he turned to his own car.
Sitting in her driver’s seat, Jani got her second glimpse of his rear end through her passenger window as he leaned over to unlock his door.
But she quickly turned her head to face forward when he got in so he wouldn’t catch her ogling him.
As she started her engine and pulled out of the parking spot, she angled her eyes in the direction of her rearview mirror so he wouldn’t know she was look-ing—even though she was. She just couldn’t stop herself from getting every last glimpse of him.
The thought of seeing him again the next day excited her a little.
Maybe even more than a little.
In fact, she was already looking forward to it as if it were the highlight of the day to come.
And wondering if she should wear the formfitting fuchsia dress that she usually considered too tight and way, way too short for the office…
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