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familiarity of it from that night invades my head in ways it really shouldn’t. His pressed dress shirt   is open at the collar, his bow-tie undone, and I can see the inked lines peeking out through the opening there from the tattoos that I know cover his chest and shoulders.  

    His perfect, chiseled, muscled chest and shoulders.

    I shake my head again; I mean how the hell would I have ever guessed that the stranger from that night with a body made for sin would actually in fact be one of the wealthiest men in New York? Aren’t billionaires supposed to be eccentric old guys who live in board rooms? Since when do they have stab wounds, bruises, and heavy tattoos covering perfectly sculpted muscled bodies and a huge , thick - I blush, my thought trailing off as I think of the tool I know Logan’s packing between his legs.

    “I am not working for you, you prick.” I spit out, willing myself to look as defiant as possible and hoping that it covers the flush of arousal blooming on my chest and face.

    Logan arches a dark brow at me; “You’ve already signed the papers-”

    “Then sue me.”

    He rolls his eyes; “ And we’re funding the research team you’re leaving behind at Mt. Sinai for five more years since they’re losing you for a few months; fully funding, Quinn.”

    “So?” I spit out. Great, yeah, fund the research team comprised of my dickhead ex and the skanky under-qualified blowjob queen whos taking my place. Perfect. I’m being petulant and childish, and I know it, but I’m just too furious at the situation to get past that. I have one Goddamn one-night-stand and fate serves me up Logan fucking Dempsey; my father’s military pal, basically my new brother-in-law, and oh, apparently also my new boss. I mean seriously, what fucking horrible karma am I paying off right now?

    His strong hands on my arms are warm, and I snap out of my little pity-party as I suddenly think that they may just feel too good on my skin. I’m remembering the feel of those hands on other parts of me, but then I’m quickly shaking my head and pushing him away from me, like pushing away the last bite of desert even though you so desperately want a taste.

    “ Fine .” I say, still fuming and acting like a child.

    Logan has an arrogant looking smirk on his face; “So that sounds like a big fat ‘maybe’.”

    “Don’t get cute .” I mutter.

    “Oh I thought I already was cute, which is why you just couldn’t resist me the other night.”

    Is this fucking guy for real?

    “It’s a yes ,” I hiss out through clenched teeth; “But watch it .”

    He chuckles like we’re having some sort of witty banter; like we’re just two old friends chumming around; "Well, we do need to talk about what happened." He says, his eyes flashing at me.

    " No , we don't , actually.” I hiss back, bringing my hands up to rub my temples.  

    “So you’re fine working together with no problem?”

    After I came on his tongue and after he fucked me better than I’ve ever been fucked in my entire life?

    I swallow heavily, trying to calm my racing pulse and trying desperately to quell the heat throbbing between my legs at the feeling of this man so close to me, as arrogant and cocky and totally forbidden as he is. Fuck, there’s no way I can take this job.

    “ Yes , Logan. I can very happily forget everything about that night and live a very productive and content life.”

    His eyes flash at me; " Everything that happened?" He smirks at me, and that glint in his eye brings a warm flush to my cheeks as I suddenly begin to remember things I shouldn't about that night. I'm remembering how his lips tasted, and how they felt as he kissed and nipped up the inside of my thigh-

    Fuck .  

    This is going to be a problem. I shake my head quickly; “Yes everything , thank you very much."

    He cocks an eyebrow at me, and when he smirks and leans closer to my face, I can feel my pulse skip a beat as the heat of him draws nearer;