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bloody door, at work, was not the right way to go about it.
    You knew this would happen. You knew how volatile things were between you.
    Cold washed over him. Yes, he had known. But he’d ignored it. Grabbed at her logic of “dealing with it” like a drowning man grabbing a life preserver. Broken his own rules and had sex with her. Because he’d wanted her and hadn’t been able to stop himself.
    Unacceptable. Bloody unacceptable.
    And all it had taken was one small, curvaceous woman in a pencil skirt and bunny panties.
    He glanced down at her. Her hair was half coming out of her bun, golden curls hanging over one eye. Another button on her blouse had popped open, too, revealing lots of smooth, honey-gold skin. The contrast between the red cotton of her blouse and her bare flesh was enough to make him dry-mouthed and shaky with desire all over again.
    She was beautiful, sensual. Uninhibited. All the things he didn’t have much time for. And he wanted her again.
    Disturbed, Luke shoved himself away from the door and from her, his abrupt withdrawal making her blink. And as he turned round to deal with the condom, he realized he had another problem.
    The cold intensified, then froze solid.
    “Anything wrong?” Marisa’s voice sounded sleepy. “You’re standing there like a—”
    “The condom broke,” he said roughly. After finding a piece of photocopying paper, he balled up the condom with it, threw the paper in the bin, then picked up the remains of the silver packet that were scattered on the floor. The expiration date was six months ago.
    Shit.
    “What do you mean broke?” She said the words as if she didn’t know what they meant. Then the expression on her face changed. “Oh. Broke.”
    Already his mind had started to go over the possibilities of her being pregnant, what it would mean. Having a kid. A family…
    Luke shut the thought down. Having a normal life didn’t include a family.
    Hiding his OCD from his business rivals who might call into question his ability to run a company was hard enough, let alone trying to hide it from a wife and child as well. And he’d have to hide it. Imagine his own family looking at him the way his parents had looked at him. Like he was crazy. It would be unbearable.
    “You need to go to the doctor,” he ordered, trying to keep his voice from sounding as harsh as he feared it did.
    Marisa’s eyes widened. “Excuse me?”
    Reflexively, he tidied up his own clothing, then tidied hers, smoothing down her skirt, buttoning her blouse. “You have to go to the doctor. I don’t want a pregnancy.”
    As if the words had broken some kind of spell, she frowned. Then slapped away his hands. “Relax. I’ve got it covered.”
    The cold gripping him wouldn’t let go. “What do you mean you’ve got it covered?”
    She shrugged. “I’m on the Pill. It’ll be fine.”
    “There’s still a chance of pregnancy.”
    “It’ll be fine, Luke. Chill.”
    Luke gripped her chin, tipped her head back, forcing her to meet his gaze. “I will not ‘chill.’ There can be no children, do you understand?”
    Marisa jerked away, a flash of anger crossing her face. “Of course I understand. Don’t talk to me like I’m an idiot.” She fussed with her hair. “I don’t want kids any more than you do, okay?”
    That didn’t help. This whole incident had unsettled him. The loss of control. The intensity of his desire. The fact that he still wanted her, even now.
    The fact that you’re in a stationery supply room in your own bloody building with one of your employees…
    Christ. Suddenly he couldn’t wait to get out of there.
    “So now that we’ve dealt with our chemistry,” he said tersely, “we shouldn’t need to see each other again. Are we clear?”
    A moment of silence passed and he realized that perhaps that wasn’t the most sympathetic of things to have said.
    She eyed him. “Wow, you really need to work on your post-sex manner. Are you always this charming to your