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droves of other women, really liked about Jason were his millions, and what his money could buy for her. Unlike other women, Eden didn’t want jewels or furs or cars or houses. Eden wanted carte blanche for her lab work. Easy access to the incredibly expensive equipment required for her work. She took a closely typed piece of paper out of the envelope and unfolded it to rapidly scan the list.
     
      Okay. She’d give him back a few of the demerits she’d subtracted. Her lab, and all the bells and whistles she could possibly want, were worth a little easing of her standards.
     
      “You’ve thought of everything.” And then some.
     
      “I believe so.” He shot his cuff to glance at his Rolex. “I don’t have time for breakfast now. I have a ten o’clock meeting. Would you like to go somewhere for lunch later? You should be done with your security interview by then, too.”
     
      “No thanks. I think I’ll go home and take a nap. It’s been a long day.”
     
      “It’s nine fifteen in the morning,” he pointed out.
     
      “Feels later.”
     
      He bent his head to brush his lips to hers. “I’ll call you.”
     
      Clutching the paper, Eden watched him leave. “I’m not going to sleep with you, Jason Verdine,” she said out loud after both doors had opened, closed, and locked automatically behind him. “No matter how many lovely new toys you offer me.”
     
      She shook her head, smiling ruefully. “I must have holes in my head for not wanting to, but there you go.” She turned back to her desk.
     
      Eden’s steps faltered, and then she stopped dead and froze.
     
      There, leaning against her desk, was a strange man.
     
     
     
     
     
     

     
      The blood drained out of her head, and her heart started racing painfully in her chest as she stared at him, mouth suddenly dry. The man’s hot blue gaze raked over her from head to toe, as possessive as if he were physically touching her.
     
      He radiated sex appeal. Not so much his looks, but something innate, primitive. Compelling. Just looking at him made Eden think of hot, sweaty skin and tangled sheets.
     
      God. He made her think about her early morning erotic dream. Heat scorched her cheeks, and her breath quickened in time with her rapid heartbeat.
     
      He was— big, was her first bewildered thought. No, not big, although he was at least six three, he gave the appearance of being bigger somehow. The man radiated danger. Who the hell was he? And how had he managed to breach Verdine Industries’ tight security? Her heart thudded and she felt sweaty and hot despite the air conditioning in the lab.
     
      She also felt shaky and disoriented, as though she’d walked onstage without a script.
     
      It was almost as if he’d materialized out of nowhere.
     
      She should be running for her life, but her shoes seemed glued in place. And she would run, as soon as she could move, as soon as she could think coherently. Light-headed and dry-mouthed, she just stood there staring at him.
     
      She was a sensible woman. But, God. He was gorgeous. Even if it was far from sensible to notice his hard, lean, muscled body, or the way he watched her with an intensity that was unnerving. Tightly leashed power hummed around him.
     
      He was an intruder. And by the look of him, a dangerous one at that. So why was her body drawing her toward him, instead of away?
     
      Dark blue eyes, mocking and enigmatic, watched her with the focus of an animal on its prey. His slightly shaggy, midnight dark hair was a little too long, hanging almost to his shoulders, and the angle of his head made the dark strands cast a sinister half shadow across his face.
     
      He was casually dressed in worn, nicely fitting— really nicely fitting—faded blue jeans, and a navy T-shirt. The jeans loved his hips and long legs, the T-shirt showed off an impressive chest and the muscles in his tanned arms.
     
      Oddly, he was barefoot. He gave her the