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blend of wild flowers and exotic scents he couldn’t describe.
    He missed the scent of women. Whether it came from their hair, their skin from soap or the lotion they used on their delectable bodies, or their arousal. He was visual like any average male, but he had a heightened sense of smell, which made him differentiate and appreciate subtle nuances in foods. A weak sense of smell could be a chef’s downfall. His sense of smell had grown stronger during the months he couldn’t see but starved because he didn’t cook anymore.
    When the windows popped up on the screen, Nikki scooted forward and started typing. Her glorious mane fell forward, baring her nape. He found himself studying the soft hair falling on her graceful neck and fought the urge to reach down and stroke it, run his fingers through her silky hair. He shoved his hands in the front pockets of his pants and rocked on his heels.
    What the hell was wrong with him? He was acting like a sex-starved maniac. He needed to get laid. Since that wasn’t going to happen, he had to refocus on something else. He stared at the screen as she typed.
    “Here we are,” Nikki said in a matter-of-fact voice as Welcome to Netgate flashed on the screen. Nice graphics. The logo had a medieval she-warrior wielding a sword and carrying a revolving globe under her left arm like a helmet.
    “This is my business website.” She clicked on a link, which took her to a page with more links. “These are all dynamic sites I’ve created and continue to maintain for my clients,” she explained, clicking on one. “I usually create the logo first after consulting with the client, discussing their vision and the message they want to convey to the world. Then I move on to what they want on each page. Take this “green” company for example…”
    For the next thirty minutes, she showed him website after website, explaining the logos and how all her decisions were based on her clients’ needs. She was good. Chase didn’t know how he ended up on the arm of her chair, their heads next to each other and arms touching. He liked it.
    “Convinced now?” she asked, looking up and cocking one perfectly shaped eyebrow.
    He looked down at her, and for one brief moment, his mind went blank as he once more became aware of her as a woman and not the gifted web designer about to rescue his records. She really was exquisite. Creamy skin begging to be stroked. Lips so soft and lush a man had to be a eunuch not to want to taste them. And her eyes beckoned him, when they weren’t daring him to forget he was raised right, and haul her into his arms.
    “Fitzgerald?”
    Her calm voice penetrated his sensual thoughts. It annoyed him that she was so unruffled all the time when he couldn’t think straight around her.
    Wanting to rattle her a little, he shifted and propped his butt on his desk, so he could see her face. “I stopped doubting you the moment you said you wouldn’t insult me by climbing into my bed.”
    Her cheeks grew pink. “ That is what convinced you? Why?”
    “The look in your eyes said you actually meant it.” Her eyes widened, and he grinned. The flustered look suited her.
    “What look?” she asked, sounding skeptical. She had a right to be. He was making up things as he went, reverting to his old self hours after meeting her.
    “Like I was a troll with warts and bulbous nose.”
    She laughed.
    The sound washed over him, and his heartbeat shot up a notch. He feigned hurt and gave her his most whipped puppy look. “Now you are laughing at me.”
    “Not at you, but at what you said.”
    “Does that mean I’m not trollish?”
    “It means you’re fishing for compliments.” She stood and looked down at him with a challenging twinkle in her eyes. “You are not trollish, Fitzgerald. You are just not my type.”
    No way. Women loved him. Ever since he hit puberty and acquired muscles, women, young and old, never stopped chasing him. And he always accommodated them. “What the