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suitably gracious response.
    Had she known she'd be sitting in the back of a car with this man, she would have chosen the red dress, not for its provocativeness, but for the fact that it had a long skirt that didn't have a super sexy slit that came all the way to upper thigh.
    It was the only thing she hated about the dress, but she usually got away with it during performances because standing in the dress didn't show too much leg.
    But sitting in this dress was a dangerous thing.

7. MAREK  

    W HY THE HELL WAS HE picking her up from her door, Marek asked himself for the tenth time.
    He'd rung the doorbell, his feet sinking into the deep lushness of the pale carpet in the hall.  
    Nice digs.
    And when she'd opened the door, she'd taken his breath away. Even with the scant makeup, she was beautiful: deep blue eyes, generous lashes, tan skin, not to mention that cleavage.
    She'd thrown that damn blue silk thing over her shoulders all too soon, and his view of that delicious flesh had disappeared.
    Now, she sat across from him in the back of the limo, the fabric of the dress cascading to the floor, exposing a great deal of creamy thigh. More than she was comfortable with.
    Not that she showed it.
    Her face had remained serene as she slid along the seat and shifted her legs so they tilted left, allowing the fabric to part along the edge of her leg. Still, an intriguing view left so much to his imagination that Marek was contemplating doing something there in the back of the limo that would have crossed the line into unprofessional  
    But he held himself in check, amazed at how much it took to restrain himself.  
    What the hell is wrong with me? She isn't much different than all the other women I've known. And yet...
    The car slowed as it reached the restaurant, which Marek was now considering an error in judgment. He should have done the normal thing. Met her at Rafe's offices, signed the deal in the boardroom, and sent her on her way. He couldn't recall what, but something had made words pop out of his mouth that he hadn't expected.
    Monica, Rafe's assistant, had looked suitably surprised, her raised eyebrow clearly disapproving as she made the arrangements. He'd stood there, feeling an inexplicable rush of anticipation at seeing her again.
    Get over it, Marek. Soon you'll be seeing her for days on end. You'll get tired of her soon enough.
    Greg drew to a stop and cut the engine, and Marek stepped out onto the sidewalk. He leaned back inside to grab Carson's hand and help her out. She stepped out, sadly making use of the unexposed leg, and straightened her spine and her dress, while Marek shut the door.
    With a hand at the base of her spine, he walked her to the door where the doorman awaited, hand reaching out to open it for them.
    A shot rang out, echoing around them as Marek dove to cover Carson. They fell to the concrete just as something smashed into the wall beside the door, an inch from where he'd been standing a second ago.
    It tinkled as it smashed to the concrete, glass and metal a deadly combination.
    Carson gasped, then after Marek had waited for more gunfire that never came, she wriggled and let out a grunt. "You want to get off me now? Before you finish what the sniper started?"
    Marek swallowed a bark of laughter, and said, "Not until I'm sure the coast is clear. I'll be sure not to kill you in the process, though."
    "Promises, promises," she grumbled, and Marek wondered if being shot at brought out her sass.
    She remained still as he eased his weight onto his arms and scanned the sidewalk. At the corner, two men paused to watch Marek. Dressed in dark suits, they could have passed for FBI or Secret Service, but Marek knew better.
    They stared at him, eyes cold, assessing the situation. Then they turned and left the way they'd come, disappearing around the corner before he could so much as boost himself to his knees.
    Greg, his driver, was on the ground beside the car, his gun in hand as he snuck a peek over