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just getting started, he’d go over the mountain of messages that had been sent so far.
    But he didn’t want to do that alone.
    Reka Boyd, Cienna’s assistant. She’d awakened something in him, something he hadn’t even known was there. Something about her spunky personality had unnerved him and, for some strange reason, he wanted to experience it again. He wanted to hear that voice that was so different from the sophisticated drawl he’d been used to hearing from the women he dated. She wasn’t street, yet she had a definite urban-ness that appealed to him.
    And that body…Damn, the man who’d originally compared the female form to a Coca-Cola bottle would have had regular dreams about Reka. She was short and curvaceous and wore clothes that emphasized her attributes. He chuckled. Maybe he shouldn’t classify her as short. Petite probably sounded better to her. Even though she wore sizable heels, she’d still fallen well beneath his shoulders. But that hadn’t stopped her from eyeing him down and standing her ground.
    Her opinions about the email stalker being a man had been humorous, even though he’d sensed she was dead serious, too serious, as if she’d had experience with immature, egotistical men. Or had she called them dogs? Either way, he was dying to hear more, to learn just how her mind worked. He hadn’t been this intrigued in a long while.
    Where was she? He looked at his watch again, then decided she wasn’t coming. He grabbed the emails and made his way down the hall to her office. If Mohammed wouldn’t come to the mountain…
    Reka was printing a particularly bothersome pleading that she’d been working on since the day before. She wanted to get it on Cienna’s desk for her review before she left today. She knew she had to meet with that IT guy and didn’t want this assignment to sit idle while she did. She’d just taken the papers from the printer and was about to staple them together when she heard a brief knock on her door, then watched as the door opened.
    He leaned his long frame against the doorjamb. He’d removed his jacket, and she immediately noticed the bulging biceps as his shirt constricted. Beneath one arm he held a stack of papers she assumed were the infamous emails. The other hand was stuffed nonchalantly into his pocket. And he smiled.
    Her breasts seemed to expand, her nipples hardening instantly, and her lips thinned in consternation. She’d given herself five minutes to think about his gorgeousness, but apparently that hadn’t been enough.
    “I thought I was to come to your office,” she said tightly, looking away.
    Khalil presumed that was all the permission he was going to get, so he entered her office and shut the door behind him. “You were taking too long.” Setting the papers on the edge of her desk, he took a seat.
    “Impatient, are we?” She dropped the work she’d just finished into her out basket and cleared her computer screen.
    She shifted in her chair, giving him a glimpse of her plump breasts against her blouse. With much effort he dragged his eyes back to her face. “I’d say anxious describes it better.”
    He swept a dark gaze over her. No, it wasn’t a gaze—it was more like a caress and her heart thumped in her chest. For an instant she tingled beneath his scrutiny. Then thoughts of Donovan and his bold good looks resurfaced, and her resolve hardened. “Fine. The sooner we get this over with, the sooner we can both get on with other things.”
    Did he make her nervous? Of course not, she was too sassy to be nervous. But he’d definitely ruffled her feathers in some way. “You don’t like me, do you?” he chanced to ask.
    Reka sighed heavily. “I don’t know you, Mr. Franklin.” For a minute she’d almost called him IT guy or worse, Mr. Handsome. “I’m sick of getting these emails, so if you can find a way to stop them, then I’m more than glad to help.”
    “The emails bother you? Why?” She didn’t look like the type to be