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now.”
    “Oh, then how did you get one?”
    “I have connections,” Brad grinned at her mischievously.
    Alexis didn’t know what to say. Brad seemed to have connections everywhere. “So how fast will it go?”
    “It…is a she,” he said tersely.
    “Oh. Well excuse me, I had no idea,” she frowned at the seriousness in his tone. For heaven’s sake, it was just a car.
    As Brad entered I-495, he said, “I haven’t had time to check her out but if you’d like, we can find out right now.”
    “Sure!”
    Journey’s “Anyway You Want It” was playing on the radio. Brad reached over and cranked the volume up, then floored the gas. He thought Alexandria might show a little fear as he swiftly crossed to the far left lane, but no, her eyes glinted with excitement instead. Was this woman afraid of nothing? He was thankful the early morning traffic was light as he zipped down the highway. After checking the mirror for police, Brad put the pedal to the floor.
    Alexis was delighted as Brad quickly shifted through the gears in what appeared to be one smooth motion. She did not have time to gather her wits before he buried the needle on the speedometer at 130mph.
    The car engine purred like a kitten, sleek and fast. Brad never slowed down as he caressed the wheel with expert hands. He and the car became one; Alexis was in awe. Within minutes, they arrived at the airport and parked.
    “So, what do you think?” he asked as he retrieved the luggage from the trunk.
    The metallic flakes sparkled like diamonds under the brightly lit parking deck. “Nice…very nice.” She marveled as she ran a single fingertip across the smooth charcoal finish.
    All else paled in comparison to the lights dancing in her eyes. They sparkled with exhilaration, revealing her appreciation for the sleek design. Brad could not hide the immense pleasure at her reaction. A boyish grin spread across his face. Lord, what he wouldn’t give for her to run her hands over his body the way she ran it across his car. Damn, what made him think that? She is the boss’s daughter and a haughty little thing to boot. Nevertheless, he had been trying to break through her defenses for months and apparently, all it took was a ride in a sleek little sports car. I wish I had gotten the car months ago!
    The look Alexandria shot him suggested she could read his mind. She turned on her heel and began to stride in the other direction with a huff. Her sundress fell softly over the curves of her hips, giving him the perfect view of her delicious round ass setting high above those lusciously long legs of hers as she walked away. His little devil nudged him—what would her long legs feel like wrapped around his waist?
    Brad mentally shook his head. He had better get a hold to himself . Those thoughts would get him fired! Besides, he had a plane to catch.
    He picked up his bag and followed behind her, trying to settle parts of himself that had gone unchecked.

    “Ms. Saunders, you are in the North Tower. Room 781, overlooking the bay as requested,” the concierge informed Alexandria with a cool smile.
    “Mr. Scott, it’s so good to see you again,” she drawled and fluttered her dark lashes at him before checking the computer for his reservation.
    “Good morning, Britney,” he responded all too warmly.
    “Oh my, there must be some mistake. Mr. Scott, you’re not registered in your usual suite. Hold on a moment and let me find out what’s going on.”
    “Britney, I’m not staying in the executive suite this trip.”
    Relief washed over her sun kissed face. “Well then, you are in the North Tower as well, room 442. If there’s anything I can do for you during your stay, please let me know.”
    Alexis felt her temperature rise at the little nymph’s behavior. How dare she play the part of a strumpet. The way she was batting those eyelashes and flaunting herself in front of Brad was disgusting.
    Doesn’t she have any dignity about her? Women do not throw themselves