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unfastened the top three buttons and followed the descent with his lips. I was panting harder than an asthmatic in a marathon.
    “Ciciiiiii!” My phone literally vibrated on the desk from the volume of Maggie’s caterwauling.
    I leapt again like the guilty tramp I was and spun to hit the intercom button. “What?” I growled into the phone.
    “Don’t ‘what’ me! Aren’t you supposed to be in a presentation? You remember, the one you’ve been carrying on about for two weeks now? A bunch of suits are sitting in the conference room. Where is your head today? What are you doing?”
    “Nothing!” I yelped. Smooth .
    Maggie didn’t even have the decency to muffle her huff. “Cici, don’t you ‘nothing’ me! Can you put your game face on and get your ass down here?”
    “Yes, Mom,” I retorted. Good job, Cici. That will show her.
    “Smart ass. You didn’t run Cole off with your insanity, did you?”
    I looked back at the gentleman in question with his carnal grin, his hands still gripping my hips. “Nope. He’s definitely still here,” I replied dryly.
    “Well, do whatever you have to do to make him feel welcome. I mean it.”
    Cole winked at me and massaged his hand along my thigh. “Now get your ass down here. Oh, and so help me God, if you’re still wearing that hat they will never locate your body. Over and out.”
    “Damn it, Maggie! How many times do I have to tell you this is an intercom, not a CB radio? I don’t care how often TBS reruns Smokey and the Bandit . No one talks like that in real life!”
    “Quit bitching and just do your line, Cici.” Her voice was back down a few octaves.
    I glanced back at Cole and his lascivious grin had been replaced with a shit eating one. He mouthed; “ Line ?” but I ignored him. His hands still roamed freely over the lower half of my body, making it very hard for me to focus.
    “Maggie, I have work to do. Good-bye.” I let go of the intercom button and cringed, knowing what was coming.
    “Damn it, Cici, do your line!”
    I knew Maggie wouldn’t let this go, so I swallowed my pride and capitulated.
    “10-4, good buddy,” I grumbled, refusing to look at Cole.-
    Mercifully, I was able to release the intercom button before Cole guffawed.
    I turned around and unleashed my fiercest bitch brow. “Not one word, mister, or I’ll make you sit through the next trucker movie marathon with her. I mean it. She wants to spend this Saturday at a highway truck stop, trolling for long-haul honeys. I will drag you along if you mess with me.”
    Cole backed up, doubling over laughing, and snorted.
    Cole snorts?
    He righted himself and caught his breath. “Maggie seems so uptight and professional. Are you trying to tell me she has a trucker fetish? I’m not sure if I believe this.”
    “Oh, she’s very uptight and professional when it comes to her job. When she’s off the clock, though, she’s a little ball of energy. She’s kind of the ultimate fangirl. She picks a thing and throws herself completely into it. Last year it was superheroes, and if I ever attend another comic-con it will be too soon. This year it’s truck drivers. We’ve watched all of the movies and the TV shows. She even bought a damn CB radio. The next phase is going to visit a truck stop so she can see them in action. I’m not sure I will survive this particular obsession.”
    He smiled and put his hands in his pockets. He had a relaxed confidence about him. “How about you spend the day with me instead?”
    I wondered if he could actually hear my brain creaking. I fought through the lust haze to rein in my hormones a bit. “Uh, I don’t know. That—well, you work for me, and that might not be such a good idea. Maybe we should tap the breaks on this thing a little.” Damn it, I’ve watched too many of those driving shows. Registering his look of disappointment from the loss of his smile, I quickly amended, “Not that I don’t want to! It just might be a good idea to keep our hands