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moment. “I was done talking.”
    “What’s a suicide mission?”
    She silently cursed herself for not being more discreet on the phone, but didn’t say anything.
    “What?” he asked. “It’s only fair. You heard my private call last night.”
    “About that, Gage.” Thankful for the distraction, she quickly changed the topic. “I think we should talk about that. If your mom is—“
    “We are not talking about that.” He held up his hand but it was the look in his dark eyes that stopped her. “Now tell me, what’s a suicide mission? You were talking about me, right?” He was asking, but there was no question in his voice.
    Megan shook her head, and turned away. “It was a business call.” She needed a coffee. There was no way she was talking about her work dramas, or personal dramas, or whatever they were, with Gage.
    “It was a call about me.” He was right behind her.
    “No it wasn’t.”
    “You’re a terrible liar.” He laughed, and she spun around so sharply she ran into his chest.
    Gage grabbed her arms, and for a second, Megan forgot how to breathe. He was too close; she couldn’t think. Her senses returning, she took a deep breath and instantly realized her mistake as she inhaled his masculine scent. If he hadn’t been gripping her tightly, she might have fallen over.
    “Megan?” Gage shook her gently, which is exactly what she needed to bring her back to reality. She shoved away from him and tried to compose herself.
    “It doesn’t matter what I was talking about,” she said with as much authority as she could muster and walked into the kitchen to make coffee. “It was a personal call.”
    He grinned and shrugged. “Well, personal or not,” he said. “They were right. It’s a suicide mission and you know it, too.”
    “What are you talking about?” The coffee filter slipped from her fingers and she fiddled with it a moment before shoving it into the machine.
    “Megan.” He pulled out a bench and crossed one leg over his knee. “You know as well as I do that there’s no point. I’m going to screw up. I always do.”
    “Why would you say that?” She poured a random amount of grounds into the filter and added water to the machine before flicking it on. “You didn’t mess up last night.” As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she wanted to pull them back in.
    “You were checking up on me, were you?” He looked amused. They both knew damn well she was checking up on him. “And what did you find?”
    Megan sighed in defeat. It’d been an exhausting morning already and she hadn’t even had a cup of coffee yet. “Look, it’s my job to make sure you’re behaving yourself, okay?”
    Gage got up slowly from the bench and stalked towards her like a cat to his prey. His eyes were dark and dangerous and heat flared there. “And what if I don’t want to behave myself?”
    Megan reflexively backed up until she bumped against the counter. He was so close she could feel the heat from his body radiate off him. Her body reacted instantly to his nearness. Her nipples peaked against the blouse she wore, and her panties grew damp. No. She could not react to him. He was her client and more than that, she was irritated with him. Not turned on.
    That was a lie. A very big lie. “Gage.” Her voice came out as a lust filled whisper. “You have to…” Her words trailed away as he closed what little gap was left between them and pressed his lips to hers in a hard kiss full of promise.
    “I really don’t want to behave anymore,” he whispered roughly.
    Keeping her pinned to the counter with his hips, one hand found her breast and tweaked her hard nipple through the cotton of her blouse. His other thumb moved back and forth lazily over her other nipple; shock waves sizzled through her, directly to her core. Megan knew she was putting her job at risk, but in that moment she really didn’t care. All she cared about was feeling Gage’s skillful touch on her body and the way it