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any new assignment. If he did hire her, he was
looking at a one-way ticket to Hell. Either way, he was screwed and not in a
good way—a likeable way for a man of his caliber. “Yes, it means you’re on my
team, even if my conscience says otherwise.” He turned just in time to see her
frown. “Jesus! Why the glum look now? I just hired you. It thought you would be
ecstatic.” Frown lines had formed, her sexy lips protruding, eyes wide.
    “You’re only
accepting me because of last night, aren’t you?”
    Dear Lord!
Unbalanced, laced with female hormones, and so early in the morning? Nolan’s
kickass hangover was not going to allow for the stall tactic. “No.” He removed
the envelope in her hand, holding it up in her face. “I’m accepting you for
what is inside here, nothing more.”
    “Good, because
last night won’t happen again, I can assure you.”
    Calling her
bluff, he leaned closer, grabbing her wrist and laying the manila envelope on
her open palm, Charlotte’s eyes wider than he had ever seen a woman’s get.
    “Never threaten
something you won’t follow through with. As a member on my team, I must warn
you, we do like to stay close to each other. I’m going to be breathing down
your neck at all hours of the day. Think you can handle that?”
    “I can handle
anything, Mr. Morgan…even you.”
    “Yes you can,
can’t you?” he said softly, reaching behind him for the intercom button. The
eyes that stared at him dared him to continue on this golden path to
destruction.
    “Beth?” he said
out of the side of his mouth, narrowing his gaze on Charlotte’s face.
    “Yes, Sir?” came
through the airwaves.
    “Consider me not
here for the rest of the week, perhaps two.”
    “Sir?”
    “An efficient
secretary never questions her boss, Beth,” he supplied hurriedly, grinning at his
new recruit.
    “Yes, Sir. Not
here the rest of the week, maybe two. Understood,” Beth agreed over the
intercom. “Shall I make the necessary arrangements?”
    “Not this time,
Beth.”
    “Sir?”
    He released the
button, moving forward, stalking his latest victim. And this was what she was—a
victim of a man’s horniness, and at the worst possible moment both caught up in
the same trap.
    “Can you truly handle
me, Charlotte Raven?” She’d retreated closer to the window, supposedly protecting
her virtue. Knowing it was a little too late for any con to come his way he
moved in for the kill. “You’re coming with me today. No complaints.”
    “Where?”
    He was close
enough to toy with the collar on her too-prim shirt, watching her pulse
increase. A delicate, even beat that mesmerized him.
    Mildly surprised
by the demure outfit she’d put on to show up for an interview—not at all what
he had seen on her last night, and consequently had taken off of her the second
the hotel room door closed, most her type would have made certain the cleavage
showed, the assets readily available. Hell, the job she wanted was in the big
leagues, bases loaded. Most would have made every effort to impress the future
boss. Perhaps he was dealing with an unknown entity today—a wolf in sheep’s
clothing.
    He shook this possibility
out of his head.
    “Maneuvers,” he
said, making it sound obvious.
    “Maneuvers?” she
squeaked out, when his head bent closer to hers and it was all she could do to
swallow silently.
    “I want to see
what makes you tick,” he whispered, trying his damnedest to unsettle her. If
able to crack her hardened exterior, he might be able to see what made her into
who she was, without sex involved—the only way he could trust her to be on his
team.
    She boldly placed
her mouth just inches from his. “I don’t tick, Mr. Morgan, I purr. If you’re
actually willing to take me on, then I would say let the games begin.”
    All he had to do
was close the gap to get another kiss from a delectable woman he could not seem
to shake. Nolan stepped back, swallowing the rough sensation of suffocation,