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Cabe moving around in the next room. "You're over twenty-one. You can drink at lunch if you like."
    "Yes, I can," she agreed. "See you later. Thanks again."
    He winked and left, closing the door firmly behind him.
    The sound brought a worried, irritated Cabe out of his office to meet her, his eyes cold. "You took your sweet j time," he said shortly. He'd been pacing for an hour, snapping at people on the phone. And here she was look-j ing as if Ben had drowned her in wine. He had a bad feel-1 ing about the whole thing. He hated the posses ivenes she i aroused in him, the protective instinct. He'd never felt that before.
    It had been a long time since she'd seen him bristle that much. He could be intimidating when he liked. He was al j muscle, and those blue eyes could burn like ice when he wanted them to. They were doing it now. With his slightly! wavy hair disheveled and down on his scowling brow, his dark, hard face drawn with anger, he made Danet a uncomfortable.
    "It's only five minutes until one," she mumbled, putting down her purse. The wine made her face hot, and prodded her temper. She glared back at him. "I wonder how many people in the building think I'm sleeping with you?" she blurted out, stil irritated by Ben's as umption , that she was Cabe's lover. He couldn't have looked more surprised if someone had hit him in the back of the head with a tire iron. "I beg your pardon?" he asked.
    "Ben thought you were sleeping with me. He said youi had a great track record with your secretaries." He glanced toward the door with blazing eyes. "Damn Ben," he said shortly. "I'l break his neck." Danet a was afraid he meant immediately, so she got in front of him, regret ing her impulsive outburst. Now he'd kil Ben and she'd go to jail as an acces ory to murder.
    "You can't," she said. Her voice sounded funny. Slurred. She cleared her throat. "You can't go around kil ing people during the lunch hour, there's nobody to clean up the mes ." The anger seemed to leave him. He stopped just in front of her, so close that the clean fragrance of his body fil ed her nostrils seductively. He looked down at her quietly, his eyes reluctantly appraising her, registering her soft, blatant femininity that stirred his body to anguished life.
    "I don't sleep with my secretaries," he said. "As you yourself ought to know after two years." He leaned closer, his eyebrows rising. "You reek of white wine. How much did you have?"
    "I don't reek," she said indignantly. "I only had one lit le big glas of the stuff." That sounded funny and she giggled. "Sorry." She wiped off the smile. "One big lit le glas , I meant."
    "You don't drink, you young idiot," he muttered. "You'd bet er go home."
    "I'm not drunk! Look, I can even walk a straight. . oops, sorry," she muttered when she bumped into him. He swung her up into his arms and she sighed, clinging to his neck as he turned and carried her back into his office, kicking the door shut behind him. He was as strong as she'd imagined, her weight seemingly inconsequential to him. She stared up at his hard face with helples fascination, because only once had she been this close to him. She would start remembering the way he'd kis ed Karol, she thought miserably as her gaze fel to the chiseled perfection of his sensuous mouth. She loved being carried by him, and she wanted him to bend and kis her the way he'd threatened to once, hard and rough, and with his mouth open—
    He felt that stare and wanted to groan out loud. She was half lit. He couldn't take advantage of it, despite the fact that her dres outlined every soft curve of her exquisite body and fired his blood so suddenly that his own arousal startled him.
    "What are you going to do with me?" she asked in a husky whisper.
    His darkened blue eyes met hers as he stopped at the long leather couch. "Don't put any ideas in my head," he said stiffly. His chest rose and fel heavily. "I had in mind stretching you out here until the effects of your lunch wear off. I'l