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moment to formulate his response. “They teach us to read body language and how we might be accidentally giving information away.”
    The building’s air-conditioning hummed in the quiet room, and the rustle of papers beneath his fingertips highlighted her lack of response. He scanned the page—it contained notes from a disciplinary action for a minor security breach, password sharing. Aiden set the file aside in the pile for employees of interest.
    â€œI can teach you a few things, if you’d like,” he said, turning toward her.
    She pulled another file and kept her eyes straight ahead. “About body language?”
    â€œYes, how to read it.” His eyes drifted over her as she worked, her slim fingers flipping through the documents. The chipped black nail polish was gone, replaced with a pink color bright enough to stop traffic.
    â€œMaybe some other time.” She narrowed her eyes at something in the file and she handed it to him wordlessly, and he placed it on the growing interest pile.
    â€œCorrect me if I’m mistaken, but you seem kind of preoccupied with people lying to you.”
    She stiffened. “Preoccupied?”
    â€œIt sounded more palatable than obsessed .”
    â€œI am not obsessed.” She finally looked up at him, her eyes simmering. “Is it so wrong that I want people to be up-front with me?”
    â€œIt’s not wrong, but it does tell me that there’s a reason for your behavior.” Satisfaction took root in his stomach when her expression confirmed his statement. “That’s why you blew up at me for lying about my job even though I tried to explain it to you. And, if we’re being honest, it was kind of inconsequential to what we did anyway.”
    She gaped at him. “Inconsequential? Your lies meant I ended up sleeping with someone I work with.”
    â€œHold on a minute—” He held up his hand. “You weren’t exactly Little Miss Honesty with me, either. If you’d mentioned that you worked at Cobalt & Dane, I would have pulled the pin.”
    â€œOh, so I’m supposed to trust you because of that?”
    â€œNo, you’re supposed to take responsibility for your part in what happened. You slept with me because you wanted to. I didn’t trick you into it.” He forced a slow breath.
    He closed the file in front of him. Why the hell should he care what she thought of him? It was obvious her feelings were rooted in some deep hurt that had nothing to do with their night together. She was damaged by something. Afraid.
    Her tongue ran across her lower lip, leaving it shiny and pink.
    â€œWhat do you want from me?” he asked.
    Burning hunger flared across her face. A delicate flush rose up her neck, and her lips parted. Tempting as sin. Heat blazed in her hazel eyes, lighting up the flecks of gold and green in her irises. Frustration and anticipation, excitement and a hint of fear. All competing for dominance.
    It was how she’d looked at him that night, as she’d taken his hand and followed him to his room. As she’d watched him lower himself down onto her body, then latch his mouth onto the sweet spot between her legs. Tasting her. Drowning in her.
    â€œQuinn.” He tried to hold his response back and hide it from her. “Don’t look at me like that. If you do...”
    â€œWhat?” she asked, the question echoing in his head, bouncing around.
    â€œDo you want me to be honest?”
    She blinked, eyes wide and black as an abyss. “Yes.”
    The air snapped around them, filled with chaotic energy and magnetic desire. He took the folder from her hands, tossing it onto the HR manager’s desk.
    â€œI’m sorry I lied,” he said.
    She backed up against the filing cabinet, her chest rising and falling beneath the open motorcycle jacket. “And?”
    â€œI wish you hadn’t snuck out that morning.” His training and practice