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okay!” he conceded. “No more Russians.”
    “And your pants?”
    “What about them?”
    I dangled a shoe precariously over the tub. “You’re going to leave them on?”
    He sighed. “If that’s what you wish.”
    “It is.”
    “Then fine... Although I have to say, we would have made a great—”
    SPLASH!
    “Jenna, please!” He laughed. “I promise, okay? Open the door!”
    I did open it. With my toe.
    He was wearing an expression of both extreme amusement and bewilderment. The whole room seemed to pause. We stared at each other for a long time, a very long time, before his eyes finally wandered past me to the tub.
    “You actually did it,” he said mildly, raising his eyebrows as he gazed inside. “You actually drowned my shoe collection.”
    “Not all of them,” I admitted, standing guiltily in the center of the pile. “The ones that you wore to the royal coronation I decided to spare.”
    He grinned and began slowly fishing them out. “That was sporting of you.”
    I nodded graciously and headed downstairs. “So I’m going to start working on Hong Kong. You coming?”
    “I’ll be down in a minute,” he called. “I’m just going to put on a shirt...”
    *   *   *
    T he rest of the day passed more or less without incident. It was like a switch had been flipped. Michael was still flirty—I think he was just naturally built that way—but there was nothing behind it. In fact, it was a fun way to pass the time—trading insults, jokes, and jabs as we flew through a daunting amount of paperwork in an incredibly short amount of time.
    Despite his every effort to avoid work while at the office, I had to admit I was wrong when I said that Michael didn’t strike me as a businessman before. He had an absolutely brilliant mind. Whenever we ran into an impasse or some sort of problem neither side could agree upon, he would get up and pace, and a second later, sit back down with the perfect solution. Much as I hated to say it—he was both an invaluable help and wonderful company at the same time.
    Of course, I credited myself with this. Shoes in the bathtub. Worked every time.
    “Jen, you want some iced tea or something?” he called from the kitchen.
    We were about a third of the way through the first draft and hadn’t gotten up for hours.
    “That actually sounds great—thanks!” I called back, typing away as fast as my fingers would let me. “Hey, what do you think of Zhang’s idea to cut the first round of samples?”
    He set two glasses down on the table and settled back on the couch beside me. “I think Zhang’s a greedy little bastard, and he and his samples can go fuck themselves.”
    “Agreed,” I nodded, typing even faster.
    His phone buzzed, and he started texting, waiting for me to finish.
    “Who’s that?” I teased. “Your other yoga instructor?”
    “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” It buzzed in again, and he slipped it back in his pocket. “Hey, so let me ask you a question. You live and breathe for this stuff, right?”
    I glanced up for a second, cautious with his new, serious tone. “Yeah...why?”
    He shrugged casually. “Just wondering. So that doesn’t leave much time then for relationships, yeah?”
    I sat up straighter. “Michael—”
    He held up his hands. “I’m just asking, I swear.”
    I eased the computer onto his lap and took a sip of tea as I considered the question. The answer was simple: No. No, it didn’t leave any time for them. But that was to be expected, right? You could only have one or the other—career or relationship. You couldn’t have both.
    “I guess not,” I finally admitted. “I mean, I dated a couple of guys casually throughout college and in business school... But since I started my internship, I’ve just been really focused on the work side of things, you know?”
    He kept his eyes on the screen as he typed, but I could tell he was listening carefully. “Is it a rule of yours? Or just a convenience?”
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