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at his hand as if it were a snake.
    “Oh, yes. Thank you.”
    She meant to take the glass quickly, but he didn’t release it immediately. For a moment, their fingers touched. He relinquished the glass, but not before stroking the back of her hand.
    Her nipples tightened. She was pretty sure she’d never been so turned on in her entire life. It was an unquestionable fact that she’d never considered jumping a guy so soon after meeting him.
    Not that there was going to be any jumping her boss.
    “Thank you for being here, Sabra. Success is highest when we take advantage of passion for our product while it’s fresh.”
    “I couldn’t agree more.” It was the professional thing to say. But the words felt awkward because her mind wanted to apply a different meaning.
    “Do you? I admit I’m curious to see what other topics we agree on. You respond to me so naturally, it’s almost possible to believe you are doing so unintentionally. I’d like to explore that topic.” His dark gaze slid down her torso to where her nipples were still beaded. A tiny, satisfied gleam flickered in his eyes before he looked back at her face. “Give me an hour to wrap up.”
    Her jaw dropped. Tarak didn’t see it because he was already striding off to speak to an Asian man flanked by two incredibly competent-looking bodyguards.
    Like hell they’d see…
    Mixing career and lust was a one-way trip to the pavement—or to becoming someone like Anastasia. Besides, the guy’s arrogance was off the scale.
    She set the wine down and felt as if she’d achieved some sort of victory in doing so. The thing was, Tarak Nektosha didn’t need to liquor her up to intoxicate her. Her own raging hormones were doing that all on their own. It would be simple to be pissed at the presumptuous nature of her boss, but part of her was glad she’d had the encounter. Kevin was one hundred percent in her past. She found the little claim ticket in her pocket and went to retrieve her purse. Unlocking the screen on her cell phone, she intended to call him but found a text message instead.
    Sabra
    I was going to be pissed off about you leaving, but honestly, you saved me from having to tell you it wasn’t going to work out between us. Yeah, I’m a chickenshit for not telling you face to face, but I’ve been seeing Patty for about a month. I’m a dog. Sorry.
    She dropped the phone back in her purse and headed for the elevator. There might not be ice wine at home, but there was privacy. Maybe she’d sort out her feelings or maybe she’d just dig out her vibrator.
    She reached for the elevator call button but someone slid his hand over it. One of the dark-suited musclemen who had been trailing Tarak offered her a bland expression.
    “Mr. Nektosha would like you to remain.”
    He looked as though it was no surprise to be chasing females for his boss—or taking one away for that matter. Tarak Nektosha owned a billion-dollar company. Those around him jumped when he walked past. Hell, they jumped just to see if they were noticed, and she was no different. As far as business went. Her career was on the upswing and there was no way she was going to cheapen that success by letting anyone get the idea that she’d slept her way into it.
    “I can allow you into the penthouse suite to wait for him. He is having some ice wine sent up for you.”
    The muscleman was pointing her toward a separate set of elevators.
    “No, thank you.”
    She wasn’t interested in jumping on command. The bodyguard turned back to look at her. The expectation on his face rubbed her temper.
    “But I’m sure Anastasia will be more receptive to that sort of invitation.”
    Sabra punched the call button on the express elevator before she calmed down. Her temper kept her moving when the heat pooling in her pussy wanted her to stay and make a major fool out of herself.
    She wouldn’t have to face her vibrator at work on Monday morning.
    ***
    The little bottle of ice wine was sitting in a polished