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shrugged. “You can kiss women in front of my bank, but I can’t ask questions about your boss. That’s really fair.”
    “I didn’t kiss her.”
    “You did. I saw you.”
    “She kissed me.”
    “And that makes a difference?”
    “It does to me.”
    “Who is she, anyway?”
    He was quiet again, clearly uninterested in quelling my curiosity.
    I pushed the meat and vegetables around with my spoon, my anger stewing just like the food. “Do you make a habit of letting women kiss on you while you’re at work?”
    “I thought we had this conversation last night.”
    “Did we?”
    “You seem awfully obsessed with my romantic life.”
    I glanced at him and caught the teasing light in his eyes before he turned away, taking a long swallow of his soda. I found myself almost wishing I was that bottle. A stupid thought if there ever was one. But then my eyes moved over his hands, and I remembered how those hands felt on my skin, how the heat from his palm on my breast made me gasp once upon a time.
    “You’re blushing again.”
    “I am not.”
    I turned my attention back to the food, pushing it off the burner.
    “It’s done.”
    He came up behind me to look, purposely pushing his body up against mine. But he was the one who was surprised when I turned and slipped my finger through the space between the buttons on the front of his shirt and tugged him a little closer.
    “I think you like playing games with me. I think you like to keep me in the dark because you get off on the fact that I’m curious at all.”
    “Who’s playing games with whom?” He brushed a piece of hair away from my eyes, his fingers lingering on my cheek. “One minute you hate me and the next you act like a jealous bitch.”
    “You don’t know a bitch if you think—”
    I never got a chance to finish what I was trying to say. He kissed me. Not a subtle, brushing of the lips, but a hard, passionate kiss that threatened to push me back onto the hot burner even as his hand came around my waist and caught me. I could feel his tongue against my lips, could feel him knocking and asking for entrance. And even though I knew I shouldn’t, I opened to him. I pushed myself up on my tiptoes and I kissed him back, my tongue dancing with his before he pushed it out of the way and made an exploration that was more thorough than any I’d experienced in a very long time.
    I slid my hand up over his jaw and felt his muscles moving just under my palm. His hair was too short to bury my fingers in, but I could still hold him close, so much closer, even as my other hand wandered over his waist, sliding under his jacket to touch his denim-covered ass. His body was so tight, his thigh moving between my legs like a tree trunk. He pushed himself so close to me that I could feel the pressure of him against my throbbing clit, my skirt riding up along my legs to give him all the access he could want. As his hand slid over my hip, he gripped my thigh and pulled my leg up against his side.
    I couldn’t have stopped myself if I’d wanted to. There was something primitive about the way my body responded to him, something that overrode all the common sense that normally ruled my actions. My fingers curled and buried themselves in his flesh, pulling him close and refusing to let go. However, he clearly wasn’t as lost in the moment as I was.
    “I’m sorry,” he said, letting go of me and stumbling backward. “I shouldn’t have done that.”
    He glanced up at something high on the wall, clearing his throat as he stumbled back against the opposite counter. I followed his glance, but I couldn’t see anything. If there was a camera there, it was very small.
    “Enjoy your dinner,” I said.
    I rushed out of the room, grabbing my things and hiding away behind the closed door of my bedroom.
    Fuck him!
    If he didn’t want me, that was his problem. Not mine. I was beautiful. There were dozens of men who’d be willing to share my bed tonight. All I had to do was pick up a