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She folds her arms in disgust.

Fuck.

She’s really mad.

I glare back at her, wanting nothing more than to drag her across my knee—but, sadly, that’s not an option.

Hell, I was only doing what I thought was best.

Taylor parks outside her apartment, and before he’s stopped, it seems, she’s out of the car.

Shit! “I think you’d better wait here,” I say to Taylor, and I scramble after her. My evening may be about to take a radically different course than the one I’d planned. I may have blown it already.

When I reach her at the lobby door, she’s rummaging around in her purse for keys; I stand behind her, helpless.

What to do?

“Anastasia,” I entreat her, as I try to remain calm. She lets out an exaggerated sigh and turns to face me, her mouth pressed in a hard line.

Following up what she said in the car, I try for humor. “First, I haven’t fucked you for a while—a long while, it feels—and second, I wanted to get into publishing. Of the four companies in Seattle, SIP is the most profitable.” I keep talking about the company but what I really want to say is…Please don’t fight with me.

“So you’re my boss now?” she snaps.

“Technically, I’m your boss’s boss’s boss.”

“And technically, it’s gross moral turpitude—the fact that I am fucking my boss’s boss’s boss.”

“At the moment, you’re arguing with him.” My voice is beginning to rise.

“That’s because he’s such an ass.”

Ass. Ass!

She’s calling me names! The only people who do that are Mia and Elliot.

suddenly I want to laugh. Anastasia called me an ass—Elliot would approve.

“Yes.” She’s trying to stay mad at me, but her mouth

me laugh when I’m mad at you!” she shouts, trying and failing to stay serious. I give her my best one-thousand-watt smile and she unleashes an uninhibited, spontaneous laugh that makes me feel ten feet tall.

Success!

hell at you,” she claims between giggles. Leaning forward, I nuzzle her hair and inhale deeply. Her scent and her proximity stir my libido. I want her.

“As ever, Miss Steele, you are unexpected.” I gaze down, treasuring her flushed face and shining eyes. She’s beautiful. “So are you going to invite me in, or am I to be sent packing for exercising my democratic right as an American citizen, entrepreneur, and consumer to purchase whatever I damn well please?”

“Have you spoken to Dr. Flynn about this?”

I laugh. Not yet. It will be a mindfuck when

“Are you going to let me in or not, Anastasia?”

For a moment she looks undecided, making my heartbeat spike. But she bites her lip, then smiles and opens the door for me. I wave Taylor

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