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Her nephew, Ricardo, called Ricki by family, was battling cancer. Staring at the image she found her resolve to keep business business. “I can always buy more batteries.”
    She spent the afternoon putting away the few boxes she’d arrived with and turning the small one-bedroom apartment into something more like home. As she decided what to have for dinner, her phone rang. She eyed the screen.
    D.A.R.K..
    “Yes?”
    “Five minutes and I’ll be at your door. Let me in, I’m bringing food.”
    Wild.
    Immediately her breathing deepened and she felt the urge to rub herself against something, preferably something hard. Wild would work. The man in her thoughts hung up before she could drag her mind out of the gutter and the memories of her time in Belize with him and refute him stopping by her place.
    She groaned and allowed her head to rap hard against the counter. “I can’t even question how he got my address.”
    Sure enough there was a sharp knock on her door five minutes later. She muttered things to herself as she walked across the small space to face the man on the other side. With a final deep breath, she turned the knob and opened the door.
    Damn, this man is just too fine. His rectangular semi rimless sunglasses with their polar gray lenses hid his Mediterranean blue eyes from her. He’d rid himself of the scruff on his face from earlier and she wasn’t sure what to make of that. His mid-length dark brown leather jacket fell about to the top of his strong thighs and she wanted to run her hands over it.
    Then under it because I know exactly what is there.
    He held a plastic bag in one hand and had his other in a pocket. “You planning on letting me in, Alyse? Or did you want to stare at me some more?” A sexy grin lifted his lips and he used his free hand to remove his shades. “Because I’m all for that. I’ll strip for you and you can look all you want. So long as I can do the same.”
    Tempting. Oh, so tempting. She bit the inside of her cheek and stepped back to allow him entrance. “No thanks, I meant what I said earlier,” she said as the door clicked behind him.
    He went directly to her kitchen and placed the bag down. Then he faced her and shrugged out of the jacket. Shit! His tee molded tight to his large upper body, not hiding any of the muscles he sported. The bottom of it, hung over his waistband but not enough to hide his impressive size.
    Wild raked his gaze over her that perpetual sexy expression of his in place then strode toward her. His hands were in her hair and his lips on hers before she could say a word. Instantly she melted into him, a soft purr escaping as his tongue plundered the depths of her mouth. His taste. Oh, she couldn’t get enough. There wasn’t any way for her to possibly get enough of it.
    Great, here I go again, kissing my boss. That was the thought she needed to snap her from the desire-induced haze he submerged her in. She broke from his touch and put some distance between them, despising her carnal reaction to him. All it took was one touch and she was lost.
    “No,” she said. “I told you, I don’t mix business and pleasure.”
    He didn’t look at all perturbed. In fact, he appeared almost amused by her words as if they were a challenge. One he was going to enjoy winning.
     
    ***
     
    Wild couldn’t believe it. He had found her again. Not only that, she worked for his company. She stood before him wearing a pair of pink sweats and a white tank top that had the Breast Cancer Awareness ribbon on it.
    Her pants also bore the ribbon and as he dragged his gaze back up over her curves—Derek had it right when he made his motion at breakfast the other day about her body shape—he forced himself to stay put. He knew she wanted him, she was aroused. The dilated pupils, rapid pulse combined with the way her nipples poked out her thin tank top, provided him that information.
    “What’s the matter?” He inched closer to her, unable, apparently, to stay