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With a nod, Marcelrose and gathered the files he had brought to the conference room.“You have twenty-four hours.” Turning to look at thedoctor, he added. “Take the deal; it’s the best you willget.”

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Her door was open,and he took pleasure in staring at her. She was seated on thecomfortable sofa and had kicked off her killer heels, the red shoesin front of the couch.

They showeredtogether, and he picked out her elegant navy blue pantsuit with athin red silk blouse inside. She had ditched the jacket, and the redsilk was striking against her caramel complexion. Her hair was loose,falling in wild curls down her back.

“Is this whatwe are paying you for?”

Her head lifted, andhe felt thrilled at the warmth of her dark brown eyes and readysmile.

“I believe itis. How was it?”

Coming further intothe office, he sat next to her and pulled her feet on his lap.

“Surprisinglypainless. The good doctor insists that he did what was best for thepatient and at the patient’s insistence. He has done it before,which gives us leverage to push our case.”

He nodded towards thedocument in her hands. “Is that the Lindell’s merger?”

“Yes. I wouldlike you to look over it before I submit it to them.”

“I will take itwith me when I am leaving. We could go out for dinner later. How doesthat sound?”

“Wonderful.”Tilting her head, she looked at him, taking in the immaculatelystyled hair and the way the light pink shirt stretched across hisbroad shoulders. “Is that a yes?”

“Absolutely.”

His phone pinged. “Mynext appointment.” Pulling her on his lap, he framed her facewith his hands. His golden eyes wandered over her exquisite face andstopped at her lips. “I want you,” he whispered againsther lips.

“Here? Now?”

“Yes.”Bending his head, he devoured her mouth and had her clinging to himweakly.

“But it willhave to wait until later.” Kissing her roughly, he reluctantlyset her aside and rose. “See what you do to me.” Shiftinghis jacket, he did his best to hide the evidence of his arousal.

“Sorry?”She grinned at him impishly, her own body flushed and heated.

“Remind me topay you back later.”

“Oh, I will.”

He left her officewith a wave, and she could not concentrate on anything for the nextfew minutes.

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“I see you andMarcel are making things work.” James gestured her to a chairin the corner of the room. “Drink?”

“Nothing forme, thanks. Marcel and I are going to dinner. His idea.”

“That’sgood.” James poured a finger of scotch and took it to his desk.Instead of going around it, he sat on the edge, the glass cradled inhis hands. “He is still at odds with me.”

“Have you triedtalking to him?”

James smiled at that.“Did I tell you the story of when your husband was fifteen?”

“No. And anystory of my husband at any age fascinates me.”

Taking a sip of hisdrink, James was silent for a few seconds.

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