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flopped herself into the chair across from his desk. As he pressed the button on his intercom and summoned his secretary, Sean allowed himself a longer, more direct look at the woman who had once been his fiancée.
    She was wearing a rose-colored tank top that brought out the lightly tanned perfection of her arms. The v-neck skimmed seductively low, revealing just the barest hint of cleavage.
    Sean shifted slightly, thankful he was safely behind his desk so Leah wouldn’t see how fast his cock went to rock hard when she entered a room. His poor erection was still throbbing from disappointment over last night. No amount of self gratification in a cold shower would change that. Only Leah could ease that particular ache.
    “Ah, Margot,” he said with a smile as his secretary entered the room. “I’ll need you to fax this over this afternoon. And see if you can get Mr. Todd on the satellite phone. He’s due in this evening and I want to speak to him about how the tour went before he does.”
    “Of course, sir. I’ll notify you as soon as I reach him.” The older woman slipped from the room with a smile for Leah and a nod.
    “Will was out on The Passionate with two couples from New York. We have yachts for special tours and one of us always guides them. Next time it will be my turn to play host,” he explained, though from the narrowed gaze Leah had pinned him with, he knew she didn’t care about anything at the moment except for her anger.
    “And what about Danny? Is he out touring the Caribbean on one of your yachts? Who, pray tell, is guiding him?”
     Sean rose to his feet and walked over to the window to look out at the scene below.
    “No one. Danny is on his way to Jamaica until the day of your departure. You’ll meet with him there and fly back to Philadelphia together, as planned.” He turned to lean on the glass and watched her reaction.
    Instead of rising up in righteous indignation or letting loose with a stream of colorful curses, Leah only cocked her head and stared at him, her mouth parted and her eyes strangely unreadable.
    “You-you mean you admit to sending him away, just like that?” She balled her hands into fists on her lap.
    “I won’t lie to you, Leah. I asked Danny to go and he agreed.”
    She let out a soft gasp, but the pained expression that accompanied it left a trail of guilt through Sean’s soul. For the first time, he wondered at the prudence of his actions. He’d hurt her. Really hurt her.
    “How could you?” She shook her head. “Better yet, why would you do that to me?”
    He hesitated. He hadn’t expected her to feel so betrayed and now he wasn’t sure how to explain himself.
    “Last night you and I made a connection,” he began slowly, picking each word with care. “I thought we were finding a way back to each other. It seemed like we were getting past the bullshit and remembering all the good things we shared, all the things we meant to each other all those years ago. Then Danny interrupted us and I-”
    “Wait!” Leah surged to her feet, nearly flipping over his fancy office chair in the process. “You asked my photographer, my friend , to leave this island because he interrupted your little seduction scene in the dining room?”
    “No-” he began, but she didn’t stop talking or heading across the room in a few long strides.
    “You bastard! Don’t give me all this connection crap. You wanted to get under that little blue dress you bought me, but Danny got in your way. Well, come on then.” She opened her arms wide and took another step forward until her breasts nearly brushed his chest.
    “What?” Sean’s mind spun with both her total misunderstanding of his intentions and the feel of her body heat crashing into him.
    Her eyes flashed dangerous fire and her voice trembled with harsh emotion. “If this week is all about fucking me then let’s get it over with. Once you’re done, I can get Danny back and write my damned story.” With that, she