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office. Would he have an admission of guilt blazing across his monitor like some kind of a perverse screen saver? Not likely. But the idea of him without some kind of a trophy seemed next to impossible.
                  “I’ll catch up with you later,” Lily said as she left Nora’s desk and headed down the hall.
                  “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” Nora called after her.
                  Not exactly knowing what that was, Lily squared her shoulders and stepped carefully towards Powell’s closed door. Reading the name on the plate, she felt a bit of bile building in the back of her throat. The thought of having to talk to the man at all let alone play nice turned her stomach, and if Michael knew what she up to, a smile would be the last thing on his face.
                  But if she could bring him some kind of prize and pull Lucas Powell from his hair, she felt sure that there were ways that the man would show his gratitude.
                  Steeling her strength, Lily knocked lightly, and as soon as she heard a grunt from the other end of the door, Lily sucked in a deep breath and turned the brass knob in her hand.
                  “Well look who’s here,” Powell said as pushed out of his chair and narrowed his eyes in her direction. The man and his mustache circled his desk, and Lily forced a simple smile and tried not to tremble as she tossed her hair over her shoulders.
                  “Nice to see you again, too,” Lily said. Her heart pounded in her ears as Powell took a small step closer, and even as she cringed at the feel of him pressing a lock of her hair between his fingers, not even close to how Michael made the same move, she stood her ground and didn’t flinch when he flung her hair aside with a sharp smirk.
                  “Mikey’s new girl,” he sneered. “Little man send you here to do his dirty work?”
                  “Why would you say that?” Lily asked. “Is that his style?”
                  “Kid can fill in those blanks for you,” Powell said. He stayed staring down at her as he licked his lips. “But I’d rather do all kinds of other things to…”
    His hand started to reach for her arm, and Lily could only imagine what must be brewing in his mean mind when he suddenly drew back and shook his head.
    “Still, I’m not gonna bite,” he said. “Don’t know what the kid put you up to, but you can run and tell him it didn’t work.”
    As much as his step from her side flooded her veins with relief, leaving Powell’s office with nothing to show for her efforts was the last concession Lily was prepared to make.
    “I’d rather talk more about you,” she said as she moved to him, swallowing hard as she placed her hands upon the sleeves of his suit. Lily felt him tense for all of a second under her fingers, but as soon as he whipped around to face, her, there was no mistaking the glint in his gaze.
    “I’ll be damned,” he said. “If you’re not a decoy, then what the hell are you?”
    “Just a girl,” Lily murmured. “A girl who makes her own choices. You seem like you know the score.”
    Powell nodded at her assessment, and Lily danced her fingers down his arm and fought to stay in his eyes, wishing that they were Michael’s.
    “Painted a very different picture in the kid’s office,” Powell said. “What was that all about?”
    “I needed to get the position, didn’t I?” she purred. Powell chuckled, his touch light on her hand when he suddenly swung her around pressed her body to the edge of his desk. He started to lift her skirt, his touch dark and unwanted against her thighs, and Lily had to wonder how far she could take this, if she could take this, when the buzz from his intercom hit her ears like a celestial chord. Powell fingered her flesh for another long second when he abandoned her with a groan and pressed