She looked at her watch, then left, locking the door behind her. Downstairs, Michael was talking to Blondie, the new security guard.Cat smiled as she approached quietly. Michael Grey at work. Like his attitude toward his appearance, like his sense of style, his friendly manner and his sex appeal were totally unconscious. She thought about Deb's reaction to him, and what he'd say if she told him. That was the amazing thing about him. He truly didn't realize how special he was.He leaned casually against the counter, talking to the guard. His attitude was indolence, his longish hair gave him just the right touch of rebellion to offset the tailored business suit. He'd loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. And Cat swore she could see the sparkle of his dark blue eyes from fifty paces.The blonde guard was lapping it up, too. She was attractive, if you liked the obvious type. Her hair was long and, although she wore it up, several strands had artlessly escaped and framed her face, which had way too much make-up for Cat's taste.Michael laughed, and the sound made Cat want to laugh too.
