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His eyes flickered briefly before his face spread in a devastating smile.
    His gaze drifted to my open button, and his smile turned voracious. In just a shirt, he was even more rugged than earlier. And damn, his shoulders were as muscular as I’d envisioned. Not muscleman muscles, just plain old I-am-a-strong-guy-with-lots-of-testosterone muscles.
    I sagged against the wall. The magnetic pull of him went straight to my ovaries. If he touched me now, I’d probably have twins—or triplets.
    He observed my changing expression and stepped through the doors to stand beside me. My skin tightened. Our arms brushed.
    Make that quads.
    He reached across me, all too close, and pushed the lower car park button. The side of his arm brushed my chest when he drew back. My mouth opened silently. The heat of his body next to me fried my brain. I almost forgot that I actually needed him. Not simply to fill my womb with his love goblins but as my highway to gainful employment. I turned and gave him a smile, complete with my own cheek dimples.
    Our children will have all the aesthetic indentations.
    “ So, your interview went well, Angelina.”
    There he went, using my name again. Not fair, especially since his name would be a great place to begin my investigations. Yet he didn’t look like the kind of man who knew the meaning of the word fair .
    “Exceptionally well...sir,” I responded then lowered my voice. “It hardly seems right, though...”
    “What’s not right?”
    We were face-to-face. Or should I say, face to chest. I tipped my head back to look at him. The intensity of his gaze quickened my pulse, but I wouldn’t be intimidated. Not this time, anyway. “Well, that you know my name but I don’t know yours?” There were only three floors left before we reached the ground. “I think you just like hearing me call you sir ...”
    His eyes darkened, and a carnal flash crossed his face. I backed into the cool wall.
    He watched me for the length of a breath before reaching across me again. What is he doing? His finger pressed the red button. The elevator shuddered, coming to a screeching standstill. I stumbled, foot twisting in my shoe. He grasped my arm before I could fall, and hauled me against him.
    Holy crap, what have I done?

THREE
    A S MUCH AS I attempted to conceal my nervousness, air still rushed from my lips.
    “My name is Haithem,” he whispered. His beautiful accent thickened. “But of course you can call me sir.” The look he gave me dripped with sin. I was in serious, serious trouble.
    I swallowed hard. His hand rested on my arm. Its warmth seeped into my skin. The atmosphere charged, but I wasn’t sure if it was with danger or something sweeter. His gaze devoured my eyes, my mouth, my lips, as if he memorized the angles of my face. I said nothing. I held his gaze, not able to—or wanting to—pull away. I’d never been looked at that way before.
    Kiss me...
    His lips met mine, spreading my mouth open. My heartbeat paused. His kiss consumed me. My pulse rushed back into a shuddering rhythm, thunking its way through my chest to send trembling blood through my body. He took possession. Of my mouth, my pulse, of the bend in my spine with the tilt of our heads. He opened his mouth over mine and pushed his tongue between my lips. My veins exploded with rushing blood. I pressed myself against him and kissed him back.
    I melted—lost my bones. His jacket dropped to the floor, and he ran his hands down my shoulders. He surrounded me, pulling me closer to him, shutting out the world. A hungry touch glided over my backside, running down my leg and back up my thigh, then delving underneath my skirt. Shivers ran deep inside my core. His other hand slid into my hair, deepening our kiss, if such a kiss could get deeper. He filled me, his tongue, the masculine taste of him, the intoxicating tang of his cologne. He enveloped me. I could burst. He gripped my ass. Brutal hardness dug into my belly.
    Icy realization hit.