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strategic crack, just
enough to let Howard see her. He looked his usual preppy self,
pin-striped shirt and khakis, both creased after the day's labors,
and Topsiders sans socks. Like almost every other ambitious
thirty-something who passed through local television, Howard
Bjorkman was using it as a stepping-stone to bigger things. Read:
network. But Ivy Leaguer though he might be, he wasn't quite
well-bred enough to stop his eyes from flickering down Kelly's body
as she stood enticingly at her door. She noticed, trying not to
giggle, that his slicked-back hair was newly combed and that he
smelled of fresh cologne. How many other employees did he get so
spruced up for? She opened the door wider. "Come in," she invited
huskily, laughing softly as he brushed by. He was a goner.
    She felt his eyes on her ass when she angled
past him to get some beers, bending over real far to give him a
nice long look at her rump, perhaps his favorite part of her
anatomy. She closed the door with a bump of her hip and, nipples
hard from the blast of cold air, sashayed toward him. She stopped
herself from smiling as she handed him a beer and reached out to
ruffle his ash-brown hair. He swatted her away.
    "Ooh, you wanna play rough." She giggled,
leaned forward, and licked his ear.
    "Quit it, Kelly." He rose and slammed his
beer on the glass coffee table with such force that a few drops
flew out and splattered the People magazines. "You're not
getting away with it this time."
    "You're the one who's trying to get away."
She pouted and moved closer to grab his belt buckle.
    "Where the hell have you been?" He twisted
away. "I must've paged you fifteen times! You knew you were
supposed to be in that meeting, so where were you?"
    "I never got the message," she lied.
    "I suppose your pager is broken? And your
cell, too?"
    "They're both a little hit and miss."
    "Right." He clenched his jaw.
    Kelly had the sudden thought that the
hardness in his face made him fairly attractive. Again she grabbed
for his buckle, but again he batted her away.
    "You shouldn't be taking this so lightly," he
muttered. "Ruth is pretty pissed."
    Kelly rolled her eyes. So what else was new?
"What about Tony?"
    "It's hard to tell. But believe me, there's
no news director around who wants his station to get sued."
    Kelly sank onto the black Naugahyde couch and
crossed her long bare legs, rhythmically kicking one in the air.
"You think the Manns'll sue?"
    He threw out his hands. "They've got every
right to! That video before the ambulance came? And not reporting
that Darryl Mann was dead? That's huge!"
    "So I didn't do a double and triple check."
Kelly rose and reached languorously for his belt.
    "You failed to repent that a man was dead.
And checking is a key part of being a reporter, perhaps the most
important part."
    She waved her hand dismissively. Yeah, right.
Like the real careful reporters were the ones getting all die
airtime.
    She watched Howard pace in front of the bar
that separated the kitchen from the living room. He was wiping his
brow, looking straight out of an ad for some Wall Street investment
product. Serious and kind of cute, at least for the extreme short
term. She approached him and draped her arms around his neck. "So
even though I'm such a naughty reporter," she whispered, pushing
her pelvis into him, "you still like me?"
    "Stop screwing around, Kelly." But now his
voice was strangled. "I'm telling you, this is the last time."
    "Then let's make it good." Slowly she licked
his mouth, aware of his growing erection. Right on time.
    She locked his gaze as she pulled off her
top. She knew her breasts were magnificent and, to men with far
more self-control than Howard Bjorkman, irresistible. His eyes
glazed, and slowly, a little roughly, she pushed down on his
shoulders until his mouth was at her nipples. "Do me, Howard," she
ordered, certain he'd oblige.
    *
    Kelly lay against the couch, the Naugahyde
now sticky against her skin. Howard was in the shower