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seen him naked and knew he preferred jeans. It was in all the interviews she’d memorized.
    “Do you work here?” His coffee-colored eyes bored into her, making puddles of her insides.
    “Yeah.” A croak came from her mouth, and she opened the door as he raised his arm and held it above her head to allow her to go in first.
    Attempting to scoot past him without touching the rock hard body, she barely heard him speak to her. “I’m just starting today. I wanted to get here early and meet the boss, but I’m not sure what my official title is… About that night… I’ve been—”
    “Operations Manager,” she squeaked out, focusing on his feet. She was not ready for him to meet the boss. It was easier to look at his loafers than his face. The curve of his mouth that she knew made her knees weak when it kissed her neck. The tongue that had travelled over every inch of her body. So she looked at his expensive loafers instead. “You’re the new Operations Manager.”
    “What do you do here?” His voice was every bit as sexy as she remembered it, and she cursed herself for the damn bucket list. Why hadn’t she just ignored him that night? Sure, it had been great, but now she had to work with him, and she wasn’t sure she could.
    “I… sort of run things.” Who was she? Why did she think she could do this? It had been simple that night to pretend to be someone else, but now, she needed to be the CEO because that’s what she was. She couldn’t act like the star struck idiot who kissed his pictures at night. Because she was that, too.
    Shit. Shit. Shit.
    “Cool, so I’ll see you around, then? Maybe we can grab lunch or something.” He seemed genuinely interested in her, but how would he feel when he discovered she hadn’t given her real name?
    “Um… There’s a staff meeting at ten. I’ll see you then.” She waved toward a door on the far wall. “That’s your office. See ya.” And she escaped to her own office, like the chicken shit she was.
    Locking the door behind her, she took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. This was ridiculous. She was a grown-ass woman who’d fought in a man’s world to build up the most successful gaming software company on the planet. It was a male-dominated industry by far, and she’d worked her ass off to get where she was. She was well-liked by her employees, some of whom were loyal to a fault.
    So why couldn’t she handle Evan Rocco? Ever since she had decided to hire his firm to stop The Crimson Lady, she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him.
    Because he was Evan fucking Rocco.
    She spent the morning buried in answering emails. The board was worried after the last attack had brought so much negative publicity to the company, and Paige was trying to put out the fires. When ten o’clock rolled around, she was as ready as she’d ever be to face her employees.
    And him.
    The conference room was full by the time she made it in, standing room only, with some people in other’s laps. She didn’t mind as long as everyone was comfortable. Peggy was saving her a seat, and she smiled brightly at her old friend before sitting next to her.
    “Hiya, Paige,” Peggy beamed at her.
    “Hey, Peg,” she replied, her eyes focusing on searching, coffee-colored eyes.
    Like a magnet finding its polar match, her chair swiveled until she faced Evan, who was sitting across the conference table from her.
    His eyes had widened in surprise before they narrowed into something else, and his temple started twitching. Paige’s stomach dropped as his mouth flattened into a thin line and curved down in disappointment.
    Or anger.
    “Hey, everybody!” she began cheerily. “Thanks for taking time out this morning to come meet our latest acquisition.” She paused for faint titters. “Evan Rocco is our new Operations Manager, and as you all know, he’s got a wicked brain for programming and development, so you can most likely go to him with any questions you have.” She