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hard muscle cording under his heavy chest pressed to her body. “I’m accustomed to getting what I want, and you're short thirty volunteer hours at work.” His breath wafted across her face his mouth a blink away. She broke a nail gripping the metal bar at her back, because he’d read her like an open book. Loosening her grip on the bar Kenya calmed her erratic breathing and the urge to punch him in the throat for diming her out.
    She asked, “How do you know about my volunteer hours at work?”
    “The Internet is a valuable resource. I do a background check on every woman I let in my house. You’re very well respected at work, but you need more volunteer hours to get that promotion. We both win by you helping me.”
    Kenya flipped through all the self-defense positions she could conjure, knee to the groin quick and easy. Jerking her knee up, she caught it against his thigh, the hard jolt did nothing to help her headache. Jonathan twisted and pinned her to the wall, his hands locked on her shoulders.
    “I asked you to be a chaperone.” Stronger than he appeared, he held her to the wall, his nose brushing over hers. Moving around to her ear, the warmth of his breath became a puff of sin down her neck, Now she felt bi-polar, getting turned on by his touch. “If I wanted this…Kenya, not that I'm not tempted, but you’d be on your third orgasm before the elevator hit the next floor,” he warned backing away. Kenya rubbed a hand over her shoulder were he’d held her. He shoved the key in the elevator lock. “I don’t take what’s not mine.” The elevator slowly began to move toward the main floor. “Your keys are in your purse.”
    Jonathan Blakemore concealed a lighter side under the brashness. He’d refused to hurt her even as they volleyed words back and forth. By the time the elevator reached the main floor, every reason not to help him paled in contrast to those thirty hours of volunteer time standing between her and the accounts manager position, and getting off the night shift. She'd wanted to get off that shift for two years. It left her social life obsolete. But she didn’t know this guy and he was…hot, that’s what he was. Freaking hot. Now she’s going to wonder about those kids all day. She didn’t have any kids. Let somebody who spends time specializing in childcare help him. 
    “Who are you calling?” she asked, eyeing him on his cell a hand shoved in his pocket, and had no clue why.
    “The parking garage is to your left. Tell them you were my guest and they’ll let you through.”
    When the doors opened, she nearly fell out, glaring at his back to her him speaking into his phone. His conversation halted her steps.
    “Just find somebody. The kids can’t go again till next fall. Ski camp isn’t open year round and they already have eight inches of snow...get back to me.”
    Kenya blew out a breath, crossed to the garage door, and spotted her car in the corner.
    Still a bit light-headed, she sat in her car and waited for the dizziness to go away when someone knocked on the window.
    “Miss, you okay?” the parking attendant asked through the glass.
    “Fine,” pressing the button for her window to go down. “Do you mind if I sit here for a minute. I’m feeling a bit dizzy?”
    “Let me call you a cab,” he said then ran back to his glass enclosure, the space echoed from slamming doors and engines being started.
    Closing her eyes, she laid her head back. Please garage stop spinning . She wasn’t up to watching a group of kids anywhere and making the pity call in front of her didn’t tip the scale in his favor.
    “Excuse me,” another voice crossed through her window. “Hi. I’m Dr. Weaver. Jack says you’re not feeling well,” he said indicating the young man in the glass box.
    “Just an ear infection or the flu…I’ll be all right.”
    “I can’t let you drive around knowing you could cause an accident in your state. You live here?”
    “No, just ah…visiting