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Levi Morrison was waiting in the service drive, just inside the first break in the perimeter. He had the posture of a man who’d done this at least a dozen times before breakfast: boots planted in frost-killed grass, arms folded, tactical duffel at his feet. If he’d noticed the cold, he didn’t show it. He looked me up and down. “I told you not to wear anything that would make you a target.” I glanced down. I was in black jeans, an old crew neck, and the kind of jacket you buy from an army surplus bin for fifteen bucks. “Pretty sure it’s a step up from the last time you saw me.”

Thus their interest in buying a replacement from AT. Kim was concerned about wearing Levi’s and a work shirt, but Brad assured her she was fine. Nonetheless, she felt odd driving up to the company in Levi’s while Brad was wearing a business suit with a tie.

" I asked, as I went up to the second floor and saw Leika angrily scolding Leo's two babysitters, who were bowing their heads in front of her, while Leo was screaming in his crib. I quickly picked Leo up and held him, trying to calm him down. "Look at my clothes," Leika said angrily. "The baby peed the limited edition dress I have to show off tomorrow!" I stared at Leika, wearing an indigo blue evening gown adorned with sparkling silver beads, a strapless style that hugged her body, which had regained its pre-pregnancy shape, with a long slit that almost revealed her smooth thighs. Leo was still sobbing in my arms, and when I looked at him, there were red scratches on his smooth cheeks.

Her eyes looked too big, haunted by a past she couldn't reach. A soft knock on the double doors broke the silence. Lily tensed, pulling the lapels of the robe tighter around her throat. "Come in." The door opened, but it wasn't Gideon. It was Levi. He had discarded his suit jacket and tie. The top two buttons of his crisp white shirt were undone, the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, revealing strong, tan wrists. He carried a leather-bound folder in one hand. Without his formal armor, he looked less like a corporate deity and more like a dangerous man relaxing in his own territory.

A groan rumbled from my throat, glancing at the wristwatch before darting my eyes over to Louis who leaned against the car, his brows tugging together in a frown as he glanced back and forth between the entrance and the phone in his grasp. I knew that he was also frustrated because why couldn’t she keep to the damned time? Levi came down the small steps, draped in a tailored forest green suit that seemed to fit him better than it should. Louis and I decided to wear the same brand of suit, but Levi could be too much sometimes because there were times when he just wanted to stand out. He held a glass of wine, stopping mid-away on the step while a smile spread across his face as he took a quick

“You’re back? Come here quickly.” Bella looked up, eyes locking onto the source of the voice, and she was so shocked that her mouth fell open. Levi was wearing a pastel-pink apron with a bunny print on it. The apron was just a simple piece of fabric, yet on him, it became something strangely contradictory. Levi’s tall frame and broad shoulders stretched the straps taut, clinging to the solid lines of his back and shoulders. His muscular chest bulged beneath the thin fabric, making the apron which should have looked fragile, highlight his powerful build even more.

I marched into the room, past the security who bowed his head to me in respect. That’s more like it. I followed Levi upstairs ignoring the looks we got . We ended up in a corner where my client was seated sipping champagne. He sighted me and his cool smile immediately dropped to a frown. “You could have at least tried to dress for the occasion.” He said looking at my black t-shirt, jean pants and the leather jacket that was in my grip. Levi on the other hand was clad in a simple shirt and pants.

“I’ll be holding you to that promise.” Levi smirks, “I’m a man who keeps his word.” That he is. “I promise you when you hop on; you’ll be begging me to go faster,” “Just don’t go killing us,” I say, observing him when he helps me put my helmet on. He smells so damn good, clean, spicy and salty. I’m almost excited to jump on and inhale to my heart's content. Levi is in pair of dark jeans and a white sleeveless top displaying his granite-like physique. The man is built like a mountain of muscles. Well, to be fair, most people are like mountains to me. I hate being so short.

Levi assumed that was the name of the young girl from the building and nodded. Levi quickly threw on the extra change of heavy clothes. He was grateful there was a thick pair of jeans, heavy black boots, and a long-sleeve shirt. He couldn’t feel the cold the night was starting to bring, but he knew the clothes would help him blend in so they didn’t create suspicion. Landon came out of the warehouse, keys already clutched between his fingers. “Let’s go.”

Great to see after hours of staring at swatches, nearly making me cross-eyed. I am standing between Ajax and Aries as we welcome the pack, in a lemon floor-length fishtail dress with wide, ruched straps the bust has a deep dip nearly to my naval and beads adorn the top and scatter elegantly as they get to my waist, the light bounces off them as I walk. Ajax and Aries look as handsome as ever in navy-fitted suits with lemon shirts and navy ties and lemon pocket squares topped off with brown formal shoes. These hunks are what wet dreams are made of and they're all mine.