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broad, sexy smile beamed on his handsome face. Zahra walked steadily toward him, her heels clicking on the tiles. She stopped at the chair opposite him but he shook his head. He held up his hand, his index finger directing her around the corner of his desk, stopping her right in front of his chair.
    “Jayce!” Zahra squealed. She had gone from standing to straddling in two seconds flat.
    “Shh! If you’re going to scream like that, I’ll have to gag you,” he said and smirked.
    Being gagged by Jayce Tohmatsu was an image that left her even more flustered. Zahra draped one arm around his neck and let her fingers rest on his shoulder, steadying herself.
    “How was your weekend?” he asked.
    “It was good. Jemma and I went to a cooking class on Saturday night and then yesterday was a mix of errands and work.” She left out the finer details of the cooking class, including the blindfolded taste tests and every imaginable use of chocolate. “Did you actually have a weekend?”
    He wrapped his arms around her tighter until her chest rubbed against his. “No, but that’s the way I like it.” He paused, his lips just an inch from hers. “Did you bring your lipstick?”
    It was in her pocket. Jayce had sent her a message not long after she arrived at the office with the instruction. “Yes. Did you want to borrow it?”
    He kissed her, his tongue deep in her mouth and she kissed him back, wanting more of him, wanting to taste all of him. He moaned as she tilted her hips forward, rubbing against the hard bulge in his pants. Zahra closed her eyes, her pulse racing at the speed of light.
    “No, I don’t want to borrow your lipstick—that’s not really my thing, but I’ve wanted to do that all weekend and you can’t walk in here with lipstick on and leave with bare lips.” His voice was husky, his sentence broken, his words intermittently spoken. His mouth trailed from her earlobe to her neck to her mouth again and they kissed passionately, all consuming, like two lovers who had been destined to find each other.
    A moment later, Olivia’s voice filtered through the intercom, fracturing their hypnotic connection. Jayce cleared his throat but didn’t let go of Zahra; instead, he held her tighter, advising he would be done in five minutes.
    Zahra let out the breath she had been holding, sure that Olivia would be able to hear her ragged breathing even over the intercom. Jayce had managed to sound perfectly unaffected but he, too, let out a shaky sigh as he leaned back, pulling Zahra flush against his chest.
    “This is all your fault,” he said.
    Zahra laughed. “Yeah, sure it is. You made the first move, Tohmatsu.”
    His eyes sparkled. “You were asking for it. Red lips, red nails and this skirt,” he said, tugging on the fabric, “is a very daring combination, Miss Foster. Come on, there’s a bathroom in here.” Jayce took her hand and led her to the other side of his office where a cabinet door opened to reveal a sleek, modern bathroom.
    Zahra nodded her head in approval and she pulled her lipstick out of her pocket, assiduously reapplying to get the lines just right. Jayce stood behind her, leaning against the doorframe, watching her in the mirror. Long lashes veiled his eyes but they couldn’t hide his nostalgic gaze. Curtly he shook his head and dropped his eyes. He tucked in his shirt and then, standing behind her, wiped his face with a white washcloth and then threw it in the basket. Zahra listened as he walked back to his desk, each step echoing in a steady, controlled rhythm.
    Zahra took another minute to smooth her hair back into the neat, tousled waves she had walked in with but her cheeks were still flushed. She wanted to splash some cold water onto them but she couldn’t risk ruining her makeup. At least it’s partly hidden by my bronzer , she thought. Satisfied, she turned on her heels and went back to the man sitting on the edge of his desk. A sexy smile formed on his lips as she stopped in