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things taking up most of my morning.”
    Charlotte shook
off the mental image of Nolan nude, as quickly as possible. She knew what he
meant so the head to toe assessment of her was so unnecessary. Sex was very
time consuming if with the right partner.
     “Well, there
you go. You’re a man working on an empty stomach. You should have eaten
breakfast,” she ruled.
    “No. I am a man working
on thin patience, not an empty stomach,” he countered.
    She scoffed at
this. “I would say you’re cranky because you’re tired, but what do I know.”
    His mouth opened
and closed. His eyes grew wide.
    She waited for
the explosion.
    “I would not be
tired if someone hadn’t needed a body to buy her drinks all of last night, and then
take her to a cheap hotel to fuck her brains out.”
    Her gasp easily
heard, she turned fully on her seat.
    “Down to the
real problem, are we? I’m a big girl. I can take it. I know you could not say
anything in your office without your employees hearing, so tell me exactly how
you feel. Then, when we get to wherever it is we are supposedly going, I never
want to hear another word about what happened between us. Understood?”
    “Oh, I’m gonna
get it out of my system, believe me.” He paused with calculated undertones,
drawing out the strangling silence inside the vehicle.
    “Well?”
    “Give me a sec,
would ya?” he smarted.
    “Why?”
    “Because I have
a hard-on that won’t quit, I fucking can’t use it, and you’re driving me
insane!”
    “Well, if that’s
all,” she supplied rudely.
    Without warning,
he grabbed the back of her head, pressed his mouth against hers, kissed her, and
not a tiny kiss, but a soul melting, toe tingling, get-ready-for-sex kind of kiss
before she could react. He then drew back, glaring at her face.
    “Would you stop
glaring at me?” she said. “It’s getting a little old.”
    “I can’t help
it,” he muttered. “You’re the kind of woman to piss off a man just because she
can get away with it.”
    “How romantic,”
she said, licking her lips. “Tell all your victims this?”
    “Nope, only one,
and if you wanted romance, sweetheart, you would not have allowed what happened
last night to happen with me.”
    “Why not? Double
standards because I’m a woman?”
    “Hell yes!”
    She took a deep
breath, held it, and uttered, “Get off your high horse, Mr. Morgan. We had sex.
I told you it wasn’t going to happen again, and I do believe we are going to be
late for maneuvers if you do not get this vehicle back onto the freeway, pronto.”
    “I will get this
vehicle back on the freeway when I am damn well good and ready to get this
vehicle back on the freeway.”
    Glare for glare,
neither backed down. They remained this way for agonizing minutes.
    “Are you sure
you want to play this game?” he suddenly asked her.
    “Oh? And what
game is that?” She plucked imaginary lint from her sleeve, a stall tactic she’d
worked to perfection over the years.
    “The game that
says you don’t care what happened between us last night.”
    Even if his tone
glum, she felt thoroughly scolded, her actions of last night not the norm for
her.
    “I do care, for
what it’s worth.” She’d had a hell of a day, and desperate for any fuel to
cause reckless behavior she would not have to remember had urged her toward making
enormous mistakes.
    “And?”
    “I can’t care
too much about it, or it’ll eat me alive. You and I are going to be working
together—as you said, close quarters. This is going to be awkward enough. Don’t
make it excruciatingly complicated, to boot,” she said.
    “It’s already
excruciatingly complicated.” His eyes lowered to the obvious bulge in his
pants.
    Charlotte looked
that way, too. “What am I supposed to do about that? Make it less complicated
for you?”
    Nolan turned in
his seat, slamming his fist onto the steering wheel. Charlotte jumped out of
her skin.
    “God help me if
you tried.” He quickly calmed, but not