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stage such a joke?
    “Screw Cupid? That sounds interesting.” A deep male voice vibrated through her body and lodged in her pussy.
    Reannah immediately closed the screen and spun around in her cubicle to face Kiefer Brown—her worst nightmare, and her darkest fantasy.
    “Didn’t anyone ever tell you it was rude to read over someone’s shoulder?”
    “You sit in a cubicle in the middle of fifty engineers and programmers. If you didn’t want anyone knowing what you were reading then you shouldn’t have opened it up at work.”
    His hazel eyes glittered with good humor —as usual. Kiefer always seemed to be laughing at some joke only he knew the punch line to. It annoyed the hell out of Reannah because she was sure the joke was on her.
    “So, what was that, anyway?” He leaned a hip against her desk, invading her personal space.
    “Nothing. Just a prank someone sent me.” She tried to breathe as shallowly as possible to avoid inhaling his spicy fragrance. His cologne haunted her midnight fantasies.
    “Looks interesting.”
    “Hardly.” If he only knew how interesting …
    “So I take it you’re not into the whole Valentine’s Day shtick?”
    “What ever gave you that idea?”
    “Maybe it’s the fact that you’re wearing black when even the most clueless geek here has at least a little bit of red on. Or it could be that you still have your Christmas decorations up on your cubicle instead of a bunch of foil hearts like everyone else. Or—I’m going out on a limb here—it might be because you have a picture of Cupid with a big ‘X’ through him on your laptop.” He picked up the stress ball on her desk and tossed it from one hand to the other.
    Reannah had to tear her eyes away from the hypnotic sight of those long fingered hands fondling the glob of plastic. How would it feel to have those fingers on her breasts?
    Christ, she needed to snap out of it! “I always knew you were bright.”
    “So, what gives? I thought all girls loved getting flowers and overpriced boxes of candy from their sweethearts on V-day.”
    “You thought wrong.” If she had a sweetheart she’d have loved to have gotten flowers and chocolate. Unfortunately, it had been so long since her last serious relationship she’d forgotten what it was like to celebrate February 14 th with anything but dread.
    “Don’t tell me you’re alone this year?” He put his hand to his chest in mock distress. “I don’t believe it. With all these guys panting after one of the few women in the company you couldn’t find a date for Valentine’s Day?”
    Being a technical writer for a computer software firm meant the male to female ratio was about fifty to one. Great odds on paper but the reality was slightly different. Half of the men she worked with were either too young or already in committed relationships. The other forty-nine percent were so consumed with computer games and cyber worlds they didn’t have a clue what to do with a real, live woman.
    That left the one percent currently sitting his world-class buns on her desk.
    Kiefer Brown knew his way around a sales pitch but his value to the company went way beyond bringing in clients. With his good looks and charm to smooth the way between brainy geeks and savvy businessmen, Kiefer had helped make Zera Technologies Inc. one of the most sought-after software firms in the business.
    Of course, half the time all he had to do was walk into the room and the bid was as good as theirs. Reannah had been at sales meetings with him and watched as he turned female accountants into putty in his hands. If his wavy, golden brown hair and hazel eyes didn’t grab their attention, his killer smile and voice smooth as melted chocolate did. Before he even started the pitch he’d already closed the deal.
    She knew the only reason he flirted with her so much was because she was one of the few females at Zera . To him it was as natural as breathing, it didn’t mean anything. And if she ever responded to