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going to talk you out of it. You’re saving me big time. I’m
just surprised you said yes so quickly. I had expected to have to offer you
diamonds or pearls.”
    Little did he know, he
was saving her big time, too. But maybe she should have played a little harder
to get. “Diamonds do nothing for me. But…it just might cost you, after all.”
    Blake chuckled. “How
much?”
    “Not how much,” she
said with a sly grin, “but what.”
    He wagged his finger at
her. “Remember, we have a strict no fraternization policy in place.”
    “As if,” she said,
slinging a paper clip in his direction. Guess she had to add that damn no
fraternization policy to her list of reasons why Blake was off-limits. But
weren’t rules meant to be broken? Yeah, right. Blake was strictly by the book.
    “What is it that you
want?” he asked, as he bent the metal clip out of shape.
    She readied herself to
ask to be admitted into the Agents-in-Training program, but she wanted to be placed
there on her own merit, not because of a deal with the boss. “You—”
    Blake slammed his palms
against his desk and stood. “I knew it. You won’t be the first. All right. I
guess we can bend the rules this one time. Where do you want me? On the desk,
the floor, against the door… Where?”
    When he playfully
started to unbutton his shirt, her breath hitched in her throat. All three ,
she said to herself. The thought of making love to Blake right then and
there—those luscious lips exploring all regions of her body—caused heat to pool
in her stomach, then nestle between her legs.
    There was no denying it;
Blake Farrington was a gorgeous man. His deep brown skin was as smooth as
whipped chocolate. His close cut hair and precision-groomed beard made him a
prize to gaze—gawk—at, as most women in the office often did. Too bad she
couldn’t touch. Her eyes glided over his solid, six-three frame. Too, too
bad .
    When reality set in,
she glanced up to find his eyes pinned to her in a quizzical manner. She masked
her embarrassment—and longing—with a shaky laugh. “You are chock full of jokes
today, aren’t you?”
    “I’ve seen the way you
eye my body.”
    Eunice’s eyes grew
wide, but returned to normal when she realized Blake was only kidding. The joke
had hit too close to home, because she had eyed his body. A lot. A whole
lot. Regaining her senses, she said, “What I want is that empty office next
door. The large one with the amazing view of the city skyline.”
    “You mean the one that
I’d intended to knock down the wall and expand my office into?”
    “That’s the one. Is it
doable?”
    He studied her a
moment. “It’s done.”
    “Just like that?”
    “I’m the boss. I can
make things happen.”
    “Seems you can.” Something
about their exchange shook her senses. She stood and extended her hand in his
direction. “Okay, boss. We have a deal. You have yourself a pretend lover.”
    Blake captured her hand.
“Seems I do.”
    Heat rushed up her arm,
bounced off her clearly dormant brain, and shot through her like a fiery star. “What
webs we weave when we conspire to deceive.”
    “You just make sure the
web you weave is strong enough to hold.” He winked.
    “I got this,” she said.
“You just have my keys ready.”
    “I got you.”
    An awkward silence
played between them.
    Finally, Blake spoke.
“If you’re uncomfortable with doing this…” He paused. “Don’t think because I’m
your boss—the man who holds your professional fate in his hands—you have to do
it.”
    No pressure there. “There
is something seriously wrong with you,” she said, with a laugh. “I’m fine with
doing this for you. You would do the same for me.”
    Blake laughed. “I don’t
know. I’m not that good with mothers— Shit. I’m sorry, Eunice. I—”
    She smiled softly. “It’s
okay. It’s okay, really.” Blake’s lips parted as if he wanted to say more. She
was glad he didn’t. Quickly changing the subject, she said,