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feminine pleasure she got from his underhanded compliment. In the end, it was the anger that won out. “I see. So you decided that because I’m a woman you can just kiss me whenever you like?”
    He moved toward her, his dark eyes blazing with fury and something more compelling. “No. I kissed you because I wanted to. And you wanted me to.”
    “Your ego is impressive.” She took a step back. “I didn’t want you to kiss me. As you mentioned, this is a business deal, and I never mix business with my personal life.” At least she was certain she wouldn’t if she had a personal life.
    The mockery in his smile told her he didn’t believe her for a moment. “I know that this is all an affront to your feminist sensibilities, but for the purposes of this deal I’m your boss. You will do as I say. You will sign the prenup, and you will meet with the wedding coordinator tomorrow morning to choose your wedding dress.”
    Everything in her raged out of control. Her hormones were still on red alert from the kiss, and her temper had just about reached its breaking point. She sucked in a calming breath. This was where years of training kicked in. Where she played the game. This was business. You fought the battles you could win, not the ones you were destined to lose.
    “And will you be attending this bridal gown extravaganza?”
    “Absolutely not. It’s bad luck for the groom to see the gown before the wedding.”
    “I would imagine that it’s bad luck for the marriage to have a predetermined end date,” she returned crisply.
    He acknowledged her comment with a slight smile, then turned, walked back to his desk and settled behind it. Apparently she was dismissed.
    She turned to go.
    “Elaine?”
    She stopped at the sound of that sweet, honey-coated voice saying her name, sending waves of sensation through her body. Well, wasn’t she one to dramatize?
    “I hope you don’t have plans tonight.”
    She turned and arched her eyebrow. “Would it matter if I did?”
    “Certainly. I would feel bad for asking you to break them.”
    “You most certainly would not.”
    The left corner of his mouth lifted into a half-smile. “You’re right. I wouldn’t at all. I have a dinner party that I’m expected to attend tonight and I need a date.”
    “Did you misplace your little black book?”
    He gave her a pained look. “I don’t have a black book.” He picked up his gleaming cellphone and waved it. “That would be old-fashioned.”
    She felt her lips thinning into an unattractive line. “You’re straight out of the Dark Ages. A BlackBerry isn’t going to fix that.”
    “Nice to know you hold me in such high regard, cara. Did you drive here?”
    She eyed him warily. “No. I took a cab.”
    “Perfect. You can ride with me.”
    “And if I have plans?”
    “Cancel them. As per our agreement,” he said.
    “As per your demands.”
    “If you like.” He seemed completely unconcerned by her anger, which only fanned the flame. “But I can hardly show up at this dinner without my new, highly publicized fiancé.”
    “Just tell them your fiancée has a life, and doesn’t just hang on your arm professionally twenty-four hours a day.”
    “Oh, they know you don’t do that. I’m sure they think you spend at least twelve hours wrapped around me in bed.”
    She flushed, her vocal cords failing her. The images that were pinging through her brain were graphic, and much more intriguing than she’d like to admit.
    She had done so well, burying any interest in the opposite sex beneath piles of ambition. Then she’d walked into Marco De Luca’s office and her long-ignored hormones had sprung to life and hadn’t left her alone since.
    “In any case, I need you to play your part. This is business, remember?” He said the last part with a mocking edge to his voice.
    “I won’t forget.”
    The dinner party was hardly the intimate affair she’d imagined. There were at least two hundred of Manhattan’s most elite social