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needy whimper.
    He froze on a long stream of hissed curses. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
    She sat up, face contorted with frustration. “You don’t have any?”
    He let out a bark of dry laughter. “Having sex with you was the very last thing on my mind when I walked in here, Ms. Brandt.”
    â€œMy purse,” she hissed. “In the desk.” She yanked on the drawer. It slid completely off the track and crashed on the floor, spilling the contents. “Shit!”
    â€œI’ve got it.” Ty stepped back to scoop up her handbag.
    She snatched it from his hands, rifled, then gave up, dumping it unceremoniously on the desk—wallet, lipstick, keys, feminine products, and other miscellaneous items spilled out, but no prophylactics. “Nothing, damn it!” She exhaled a long and shaky breath. “I can’t believe this!”
    â€œIt’s all right, darlin’. I’ll still get you off.” The situation was laughable but still salvageable. If he did the oral honors, maybe she’d return the favor.
    â€œNo, Ty.” She sat up and pushed against his chest. “My moment of madness has run its course.” Sliding off the desk, she tugged at her skirt and scooped up her lost panties, throwing them into her purse with a weak laugh. “I don’t know what the hell possessed me. Maybe this whole thing was just some twisted manifestation of mutual aggression?”
    â€œIs that all you think it was?” he drawled. He’d love to believe it too, but now he wasn’t so sure. He’d never experienced anything like this with any woman. Their sparring match had excited the hell out of him. And he was still hard as a post.
    â€œOf course,” she insisted. “What else could it be? We don’t even like each other.”
    â€œTrue enough.” He didn’t like her, but it was still an effort to zip back into his jeans. “So what now?” he asked. “You change your mind about the deal, too?”
    â€œWhy would you jump to that conclusion? Business is business, Ty. It would be stupid to let this get in the way when there’s millions on the line.”
    He shook his head. He’d never understand this woman. He thought he had her number before, but now he didn’t know what the hell to make of her. “So you think we can just move on like nothing happened?”
    â€œ I certainly can. What almost happened has nothing to do with our arrangement. Do you have a problem with it?” she asked.
    â€œNope,” he replied, “not if that’s really the way you want to play this.”
    â€œI do,” she asserted confidently. “It’s done now and won’t happen again. As of this moment we’re business partners, Ty. Nothing else.”
    He reached out to graze the pad of his thumb over her lips. “I wouldn’t be so certain about that, Sugar.”
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    Monica managed to hold her breath until the door closed behind him. She then exhaled a long gush of air and collapsed into the chair. Her legs still felt like jelly. She’d never acted so recklessly before, but thankfully the condom dilemma had jolted her out of a lust-induced lapse of reason before it was too late. She consoled herself that the damage wasn’t irreversible as long as she kept things under control from this point forward, but feared that might be more easily said than done.
    He might be gone, but she couldn’t deny that a powerful attraction remained. Maybe Ty lacked Evan’s urbane polish, but he had undeniable charisma—not to mention impressive physical attributes. She quickly shoved that dangerous recollection from her mind, but not before her inner muscles gave a squeeze of protest.
    Her initial antipathy toward Ty had been rooted in the belief that he was an opportunist who’d caused Tom’s stroke, but her preliminary review of the accounts revealed no evidence of wrongdoing and nothing to warrant a