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silver bucket when Tarak made it back to the penthouse. The cork was still in place and the set of glasses remained untouched.
    He should be relieved that Sabra had rejected his invitation. Impulses like that had no place in his business affairs.
    That wasn’t what was coursing through his veins.
    He tugged on his tie, pulling the Italian silk away from his neck. It fluttered down to lie on the sofa as he opened the collar of his shirt and popped open his cuff links. His polished shoes ended up on the small area rug beneath the glass-topped table with the wine. He leaned on the edge of the sofa as he tugged his socks off and tossed them aside.
    Better.
    The wooden floor was cool beneath his feet and a short walk across the suite allowed him out onto the balcony. This time he faced the beach, tipping his head back to let the breeze wash over the sides of his face. He smelled the surf, but it wasn’t enough to banish the scent that had seen him breaking his rule about dating employees.
    She’d smelled hot.
    And anything but bland.
    It had been tantalizing—it still was. His cock was stirring, hardening as he recalled brushing his hand over the strap of her garter belt.
    Shit.
    She was an employee.
    He pulled his shirt completely off, growling slowly as his skin tingled.
    He wanted to be naked and he wanted Sabra Donavan naked beneath him.
    It wasn’t logical, didn’t fit into his self-imposed rules, but it was the truth. He turned and headed toward a shower. There wasn’t a trace of Anastasia left in the suite, not even a sprinkle of makeup on the marble vanity.
    Good.
    It was better when his world was operating within the boundaries of his rules. Sabra Donovan would return to those boundaries too.
    Even if his hard cock confirmed he thought she was anything but bland.
    ***
    Sunday morning wasn’t kind.
    Sabra couldn’t even blame her sour mood on the ice wine. She’d had less than a glass and that fact only made her more pissy. She’d kicked at the bedding most of the night and her bed was a mess. Sexual frustration was a bitch, or at least it was turning her into one.
    Her vibrator had been less than satisfying. A battery-powered toy was no substitute for the reality of the way Tarak had touched her.
    Damn! She sounded desperate…
    She charged into her chores while her temper was blazing. At least the bathroom benefited from her outrage.
    Still, it bothered her to realize just how torn she was. Had she walked out on a golden opportunity to be wild and carefree? Had she turned her back on a golden opportunity?
    With my boss?
    Yeah, that was always a bad place to go. But still, part of her wondered if she’d passed up her chance to take a sex demon by the balls and ride the lightning.
    Ha! He’d have saddled me and made me prance like a pony for his amusement.
    There was a really high chance of that being true, but it was also slightly enticing. His voice had just been so damned tempting. Even his arrogance had allure. Part of her just wanted to find out if he was as good as he thought he was.
    I’ll have to have the guts to grab it, though.
    She nibbled on her lip as she finished up her chores. Guts were one thing, but selling out on her ideals was another. Tarak was her boss. She’d gotten her job through her ability and wasn’t going to keep it because she screwed on command. Her career plan was in full swing and going smoothly. She was just going to have to find someone else to light her fire.
    ***
    “Mr. Nektosha was pleased with your performance,” Deanna announced Monday afternoon.
    Sabra fought the urge to cringe and give her office manager any clue to what else Tarak Nektosha had seemed to enjoy. “Thank you.”
    “You will also be collecting commission on the sales you handled.”
    “Really?” Now Sabra was beaming and didn’t care who witnessed it. Every penny she had was tied up in her new townhome. Being able to feed her starving savings account so soon after closing escrow was going to be a