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Her hand imprisoned in his, she hurried to keep up.
    Ignoring her protests, he hailed a cab as soon as they stepped onto the sidewalk, then almost pushed her into it.
    “Where are you taking me?” She slammed down on the vinyl seat, gasping for breath. She didn’t hear what he said to the driver.
    Dominic eased his big body in next to her. The fine wool of his suit brushed her bare arm. “You’ll find out soon enough.”
    “How do I know you’re not going to keep me a prisoner in your hotel room?”
    Why had that image sprung to mind? And why did it trigger an alarming shiver of anticipation.
    She glanced at the cab driver to see if he had rescuer potential. His rhythmic head bobbing didn’t look to be a good sign. An iPod earphone peeked out from beneath his turban. Was that even legal?
    “Hmm. Good idea.” The dimple nearest her made an appearance. “Except I don’t have a hotel room.”
    “Where are you staying?” She gripped the door handle with an unsteady hand as they headed downtown, weaving back and forth through Fifth Avenue traffic in a way that made her stomach lurch.
    “A friend’s place.”
    She wondered if it was a female friend, then cursed herself. What did she care? She was hardly hoping for a relationship with Dominic Hardcastle.
    She needed him to head straight back to Miami and her to find the file—ideally today.
    This little detour was not helping.
    He rolled down the window and inhaled a lungful of exhaust and secondhand cigarette smoke. “Damn. I do miss this city. We lived here until I was ten, then my mom got a job that moved us all over the place.”
    “Are you thinking of moving back?” Her empty stomach cramped.
    “Are you trying to say you’d miss me if I went home?”
    “Not in the least.”
    “I’d miss you.” He gave her a long-lashed sideways glance.
    Flirt . “You don’t even know me.” She ignored the funny feeling in her chest.
    “I know you have a beef with Tarrant Hardcastle. That gives us something in common.”
    “You said he’d give you anything you want. Figure out what you want and ask him for it.” His attempt to find common ground with her made her palms sweat. Was he setting her up for something?
    “I know what I want.” A tiny frown etched his forehead as his gaze drifted over her cheek and chin. “I wonder if Tarrant would give you to me if I asked nicely.”
    She whipped around to face him, her fingers tingling to slap his arrogant, handsome face.
    He was grinning.
    She fought a bizarre urge to laugh. “Oh, stop it. You have me where you want me because I was stupid enough to blab my whole sob story to you.”
    “Yeah. You should be more cagey.”
    “Thanks for the tip.”
    “Anytime.” His black eyes roamed insolently over the front of her dress, where the patterned fabric clung to her breasts.
    A sudden stray image assaulted her. His mouth on her breast. His tongue making a dark circle on the silk.
    She lifted her head and stared out the window. She could feel her nipples peaked hard inside her bra. Wondered if he could see them.
    She wanted to suck in a deep breath but she knew that would only draw her dress tighter over her breasts. “I do have work to do, you know.”
    “Sure. Rifling through the drawers in my family’s business.”
    “Actually, we have a new product coming out.” She wanted to prove that she earned her keep. “Two of my researchers have perfected a powder that creates the illusion of perfectly smooth skin. At first it didn’t work because oil in the skin broke it down, so the effect didn’t last long on a lot of people. Anita came up with a compound that absorbs oil and now we can offer a twelve-hour guarantee.”
    Dominic looked politely interested. That irked her. “This stuff is effective enough to cover deep scarring. It will change a lot of people’s lives.”
    “That’s great.”
    “You think it’s silly.”
    “I don’t. It’s a heck of a lot less silly than most of what Hardcastle tries to