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pronto.”
    “Sure. And you’re going to take care of the daily inspection today too, right?” Elle turned and looked at Sally as she waited for a response.
    Sally smiled an evil smile and waved. “Ta-ta. I’m off for a nice lunch with Mr. Zackary Stranton’s sexy admin, Luke. All work and no play and all that.”
    Elle sighed and shoved the paper to the side. She’d have to work on that tonight. Right now, she needed to get her daily inspection done. One look at the high heels had her groaning. They weren’t meant for standing all day. She suddenly wished she had a pair of sneakers.
     
    ***
     
    “Fred Bearden’s a complete buffoon,” Darren said as he slammed his computer bag onto the table.
    Maxwell nodded. They’d wasted a whole day trying to get a meeting with Fred and to begin the first part of their assessment. Time and again they’d been thwarted. He’d finally called Zackary, and though there was an appointment set for first thing in the morning, nearly a whole day was now gone. A gentle knock on the door broke into Darren’s rant about Fred, reminding Maxwell that the day wasn’t a complete waste.
    “Sorry to interrupt. I have a few more folders for you.” That throaty drawl from those sexy lips grabbed him by the balls the minute she started talking and didn’t let him go. His poor body was on a roller coaster of sensation every time she popped in or out of their conference room.
    Elle Norton had definitely been worth the trip into the office today.
    After their brief introduction this morning, Darren had gotten immediately on track, but Maxwell hadn’t been so fortunate. He was oddly distracted by everything she did. Even now Darren was trying to catch his attention but Maxwell was in a trance. All he could do was watch as she moved around the room, bending over to grab coffee cups and pick up sugar packets.
    Darren rolled his eyes and moved to close the door. “Elle, sweetheart, put down the cups.”
    Elle fussed over another sugar packet, her eyes meeting Maxwell’s, as she left Darren unanswered.
    Maxwell allowed himself a second to enjoy the flush of her cheeks and the sight of those breasts pushing at the edge of her blouse. He wasn’t going to have Darren do his work for him. With his voice intentionally low, he leaned forward. “Elle, please leave the cups. We’ll handle them.”
    Elle blinked, slow and sensually, as she held his gaze. Positioned as she was, he could imagine her stripped and pulled tight, face down on the table. A sizzle of awareness shot straight through him as the heavy lids of her eyes lowered for a brief second. She fought a losing battle if she thought she could fight Darren.
    “Mr. Stranton, Sir?”
    Complete supplication, even her body language spoke to him. Maxwell eyed Darren. Yes, there was a hint of something there. He wondered just how much. “Elle, leave the cups.”
    Confusion clouded her face as she looked at what she held in her hands and then at Maxwell. Straightening up, she stood tall, breasts jutting out, those damn Styrofoam cups still in her hands, a stubborn tilt to her chin. “Would you like something else to drink? Coffee, tea...”
    Darren smirked from his end of the table and Maxwell knew what he was thinking. Thank goodness Elle didn’t realize the subtext. God, her innocence was an aphrodisiac. But those damn southern manners were so ingrained he couldn’t tell if she was naturally submissive or just polite. That morning he’d been sure, but over the course of the day, her ingrained southern manners had softened his certainty.
    Maxwell watched her for several seconds, letting her feel his eyes on her. Tension filled the air and he smiled at her change in breathing and darkening of her eyes.
    Darren moved up beside her.
    Elle’s head bowed, just a slight tilt. Her nipples puckered under her silk blouse. Satisfaction raced through him.
    “Sit down, Elle.”
    Elle fidgeted with the cups and sugars. Finally, she put them back down on