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eyes
squinting just in case they had to close quickly, and saw a woman leaning
heavily over the desk, half her large chest spilling out of her top and onto
the wood. Sean’s green eyes seemed to glow in the bright, fluorescent light as
they glanced at the cle**age show, a slick, predator-like expression dominating
his face.
    Her stomach seized up. Instead of
the hurt she feared, her determination hardened. This clown wasn’t worth her
emotional rollercoaster, and she was tired of him getting his way. Really, did
these women not have any self-respect?
    Rolling her eyes, Krista continued
her knock, sighing when Sean’s head snapped up and his hungry expression turned
into a mask of guilt.
    “Sorry to disturb you,” Krista said
coolly, irritation firing on all cylinders. “I just wanted to look at the art
mock-ups. Should I come back later?” She glanced at the busty girl who was
surprisingly not cute.
    It was official. This guy would
literally screw anything. No offense Miss Boob-N-Plenty.
    “Not at all, Krista. Please, come
in,” Sean answered cordially.
    The girl, a member of Marketing,
gave Krista a look that said she should watch her back or her desk might catch
fire with her tied to it. “Okay, Sean, well I’ll chat with you tonight.” Mt. Bust slowly crossed to the door,
then made a show of waiting for Krista to get out of her way.
    “Ole,” Krista said without
thinking. She looked up at Sean with a “Don’t you dare comment” look. Wisely, he
caught it and erased his smile.
    After Krista finally stepped into
the room, Sean said, “Sorry about that. She was just visiting.”
    He looked like he needed Krista to
understand something. Male urges? Helplessness in the face of ni**les?
Unwilling participant in a love affair but unable to say no for fear of life?
Whatever it was, she wasn’t buying.
    “No problem. Could I just see the
mock-ups?”
    “Of course.” Sean smoothly exited
his chair, raising a hand to beckon her over.
    Krista stayed right where she was.
She knew what happened to raw meat when it wandered into the lion’s den.
    “They are on discs,” Sean explained
patiently, “so you have to view them from my computer.” His face was perfectly
blank.
    Have you ever heard of a flash
drive?
    Defeated but still rigid, Krista
crossed the space, taking the path on the far side of the desk to get to the
chair. It meant she had to awkwardly climb over a garbage can and recycling
bin, half leaning on the desk so as not to crawl through a plant, but she did
not have to pass within inches of an incredibly attractive, though exceedingly
sleazy, salesman.
    As she sank into the overstuffed
leather chair it went cush .
“Oh holy hell, this is a nice chair. Sorry about the language.”
    A smile flickering up his face,
Sean said, “Can’t complain.”
    He took two slow steps to her side,
leaned over her, his solid bicep inches from her face, and worked the mouse,
bringing up the presentation. A buzzing filled Krista’s head as she tried to
ignore the heat radiating off that exquisite body. She took a deep breath, not
hearing whatever was drumming out of his muscular chest next to her ear. His
special elixir dizzied her, made her want to lean in, connecting her skin with
his.
    “There you go.” That smooth
masculine tone tickled her ears and groin at the same time, making her break
out in a sweat and shiver.
    “Hmmmm?”
    Sean’s face angled down to hers,
wondering if she understood.
    Oh, she understood alright. She was
about to go down the wrong road if he kept standing there, that’s what she
understood. She didn’t need to add sexual harassment to her list of accolades.
    “Yup, all good here. No problem.
Please step away.”
    With a confused chuckle, Sean did
exactly that, eating her alive with his intense gaze.
    Shaking her head, reaching for
control, she reached for the mouse as she cleared her throat. “Do you have a
pen and notepaper? I’d like to take some notes. Me memory no so