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just need time to break her.”
    “We don’t have that kind of time.”
    “It won’t do any good to push her. I left the
invitation open. Maybe she’ll bite.”
    “You have a back-up plan?”
    “No.”
    Max took another swig of beer and swallowed.
“Good luck with that.”
     
    ***
     
    The office was deathly quiet when Rachel
arrived. Where the heck is Cameron? She blew her bangs off
her forehead as she tossed Hawke’s paperwork to the desk and
plopped down in her chair. After dealing with Monica this morning,
a little distraction would be nice right about now.
    Rachel glanced at the application now stamped
with approved in big, bold letters. She nibbled the end of her pen,
desperately trying to control her fractured thoughts and
concentrate on the contracts in front of her. What was wrong with
her? She never had trouble keeping her mind on business.
    Rachel blinked the fuzziness from her eyes
and attempted once again to read. Words and terms slurred together
as her mind drifted back to Hawke.
    Why exactly did he kiss her? In all reality,
she really didn’t care. Besides the fact that she thoroughly
enjoyed his lips on hers, he’d saved her from an embarrassing
temper tantrum. She rolled her eyes at that thought. Actually, he
saved Monica. Two more seconds and he might have witnessed Rachel
crawl over the desk and sink her claws into Monica’s
holier-than-thou attitude. Not that she was complaining, but was he
always so forward? She sighed. The odds were in his favor; he
didn’t need to be forward. Jaydon Hawke could sit back and watch
women flock to him. There was no need to court, no need to date, no
need to impress. All he had to do was snap his fingers and a
willing female appeared. And although she found herself willing,
Rachel refused to mold herself to suit Hawke. Especially since she
still wasn’t convinced monogamy was part of his vocabulary.
    She tossed her pen to the desk and folded her
arms across her chest. Hawke’s reputation dictated the necessity of
a willing woman on his arm. A beautiful, enhanced woman willing to
soothe his ego for a day or two. The type of woman she wasn’t.
Granted, she was no virgin, but one time sexual affairs were not
her thing. She preferred getting to know her partner and building
somewhat of a relationship before she jumped into bed with him. If
she even decided to.
    It had only been one small kiss. She snorted.
Okay, two small kisses. Two small, electrified kisses that weakened
her knees and dampened her panties was more like it. And, after
experiencing the skill of his talented lips, she only dared to
imagine the wealth of his sexual expertise.
    Rachel shivered and her body shifted into
overdrive as she remembered the sight of his toned chest peeking
through his shirt, a vision she’d figured out might possibly be
repeated. The type of men’s shirt Hawke usually wore had seven
buttons and each time she’d seen him, his shirt was only buttoned
from the fourth button down. Her body warmed at the thought of
rubbing herself against his sculpted pectoral muscles. Up and down,
back and forth, until she burnt him with unbelievable friction. In
fact, if there weren’t cameras in the hallway, she just might’ve
unbuttoned him and experimented. She giggled and fanned herself
with a contract. Shameless hussy. Thank God she held exclusive
rights to her fantasies.
    She jumped at the obnoxious buzz of the
telephone and took a calming breath before she answered.
    “Newberry & Tremaine.”
    “Caught ya!” Cameron’s voice sang smugly over
the line.
    So much for control. “Caught me what?”
    “You were thinking about something
naughty.”
    Oh, yes I was . “Don’t be ridiculous,
Cameron,” she scoffed. “I’m working.”
    “Uh-huh, you’re out of breath, you’re working
so hard.”
    Rachel allowed herself a smile. Some things
were worth hard work. Especially when sex was involved. Shocked by
that epiphany, Rachel attempted to redirect the conversation.