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again.
    “Your minute’s up,” she said tersely, not looking at him.
    “Everyone here knows you as Kali. I bet that means they
don’t know who your father is. Do they?”
    She stared straight ahead, her eyes fixed on the elevator
doors. “Since my father isn’t a part of my life anymore, I’ve never felt a need
to talk about him with my coworkers.”
    The big shot director wasn’t in her life anymore? That was a
surprise. Still…
    “I’m sure he played his part, though.”
    “Played his part in what?” she asked suspiciously.
    “In your current job. You can’t tell me you got a gig like this
without dropping a name or two along the way.”
    She jerked her head around to look at him, and then checked
the floor display to see that they were between the third and fourth floors
before she reached out to stop the elevator.
    In the next instant she was facing him down, stabbing a
forefinger towards his chest. “I didn’t name drop to get where I am. That’s why
no one here knows who my father is. Because I didn’t want to be accused of
using connections to get ahead.”
    Man, she was pissed. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes
narrowed into slits, and all he could think about was hauling her against his
body and kissing that soft, sweet mouth—in spite of the fact that all Kali
wanted to do with her mouth was spit fire at him.
    He was hard for her. Christ, he was hard for her. His one
rational thought was that he couldn’t let her see the power she still had over
him. No, not him: his cock. His cock had always had a mind of its own when it
came to this woman.
    So he reached out to restart the elevator and said something
calculated to drive her—or any self-respecting woman—insane.
    “You’re cute when you’re angry.”
    The elevator doors opened, and he stepped out into the lobby
with a feeling of relief. But the relief was short-lived, as he turned to see
her coming out of the elevator after him. In the sunlight that spilled in
through the lobby windows she was even more beautiful, her skin glowing and her
eyes snapping, and every inch of her crackling with life.
    “You arrogant piece of—” She stopped suddenly, realizing that
they were once again in a public place.
    He smiled down at her. “Yes? You were saying?”
    Her chest rose as she took a deep breath, and his eyes
dropped to her breasts. What was she wearing under her boring outfit? Boring
underwear to match? Or did she secretly indulge in red lace and thongs?
    “Look,” she said, her voice cool in spite of a slight
tremor. “If your goal was to come out here and rattle my cage, you can consider
your mission accomplished. So you can go back to L.A. now.”
    The funny thing was, that
had
been his goal. Up
until he’d seen her, all he’d wanted was to rattle her cage and get a little
closure.
    And now?
    Now, his mind and motives were in turmoil. He wasn’t sure
what he wanted from Kali Jones anymore.
    But he knew he hadn’t gotten it yet.
    “Have a good weekend, Kali,” he said, before walking away in
long, easy strides. All around him, people stopped what they were doing to
watch him pass. He wondered for a moment if Kali was watching, too, but he
didn’t turn to find out.

 

Chapter Three
    Have a good weekend, Kali.
    No hint in those words as to his next move. But she had to
believe that whatever entertainment value she possessed wouldn’t be enough to
keep him in New York for long. His life and career were in Hollywood, and
sticking around to torture her would have to have a diminishing appeal.
    “Here’s your keycard, Ms. Jones. You’re in room 515,” the
man behind the desk told her.
    She smiled her thanks and headed for the elevators.
    Here, at least, she wouldn’t have to worry about seeing Luke
Tanner. For the next few days she could concentrate on work and the beautiful
scenery surrounding this upstate resort. This would be a chance to regroup
professionally and emotionally, a chance to figure out a way to save her