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Vania, and I will make you mine.” He rubbed circles over the top of her hand until flames licked her.
    “You’ve already made me your concern.”
    “True,” he purred, “so what are we going to do about it?”
    His gaze moved down to the legal pad pressed against her chest. Her breasts were swollen and heavy, her sex void and begging to be filled. Yes, Evan managed her body with a simple look and few seductive whispers. This was pathetic; Vania needed to get laid. Why couldn’t Matt make time for her?
    “Miss Lange?” Drake called her from his doorway.
    Ever the gentleman, Evan waited for Vania to walk in front of him. She flicked a quick glance his way and caught him ogling her ass.  
    Damn.  
    Temptation was calling.
    Evan smiled like the devil. “Let me know if you need anything while Avery’s away.”
    “Thank you, Sir. I will.”
    Drake closed the door behind her, shrouding them in pounding quiet, and her heart quickened at his proximity.  
    Drake Easton starred in her nighttime fantasies and technicolor daydreams. That is, whenever Vania had a moment to daydream. But when she did, they were vivid and rough, so very, very rough. She fought back the images assailing her even now: Drake Easton driving his cock between her legs while she screamed his name and forgot hers, until she couldn’t take a single breath without…  
    “Please take a seat, Miss Lange.”

Chapter 4

    “Yes, Sir.”  
    Vania swallowed on a dry throat, and sat across from Drake’s desk. While she adjusted her pad and electronic tablet in her lap, Vania could feel Drake’s eyes on her. She heard his seat creak, a rustle of movement.   Then he sat in the chair next to hers.  
    “Before we begin, tell me what’s wrong.”  
    “Sir, there’s nothing wrong.” She lifted her face to endless windows displaying the Gulf of Mexico to early afternoon perfection. But Drake’s body heat stole her attention. How could she sense it from a distance of several feet?
    With a light press of his fingertips on her forearm, Drake demanded she meet his amber gaze. “I have the uncanny ability to read people, helps out with undercover paparazzi, corporate takeovers, and pesky stepbrothers. Like Evan.”  
    Though he was keeping his tone soft, his true demeanor under the gentlest wrap, Vania knew better. Drake was a tiger who prowled and hunted struggling companies, waiting until their stocks nearly bottomed out before swooping in and buying them for pennies on the dollar. From there, he reconstructed those near-death companies in the Easton way, promoting significant stock gains in the process. Then, when the time was right — and Drake never failed on timing — he sold those reconstructed beauties at a staggering profit.  
    Like most Eastons, Drake put the filthy in rich, but his money wasn’t what lured Vania. His face, his body, his scent, and even the way he walked, called to her on a visceral level she couldn’t shake. But still, her feelings were purely lust; otherwise, she wouldn’t be in love with Matt.   At least, that’s what she kept telling herself.
    “Is it Evan?” Drake pressed, when she didn’t answer him.
    “Not at all.” Vania wanted to stare into Drake’s eyes as he came inside her. “In all honesty,” she lied, “I’m short on caffeine.”  
    His lips twitched. “That can turn serious.” He reached across his desk, lifted a thick file, and placed the phone to his ear with his opposite hand.  
    “Miss Bellamy,” Drake said to Cora, “please order lunch and a strong pot of coffee for Miss Lange. Have it sent to her desk.” He ended the call and leaned, crossing his ankle over his knee in that guy way.  
    “Lunch?”
    “If you haven’t had time for coffee, I doubt you’ve eaten a proper meal. You may be Avery’s PA, but I promised I would take care of you in his absence. And I will.”
    “Thank you.”
    He smiled. “Let’s get started so you can eat.”
    “Yes, Sir.” A line of sweat