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them, or her actions, being revealed.
    She looked at her reflection in the mirror above the sink. Her cheeks and chest were flushed pink, outward signs of the satisfaction and passion she had just experienced at the hands of Justice Cane. Her eyes even sparkled with an energy she hadn’t felt in years—or maybe ever.
    She tapped the fingers of her right hand on the marble vanity top.
    The facts as she knew them were: There was no way a prestigious firm like Cane, Moss, and White would risk their reputation for a sex scandal. They already had a contract in place in the event any corporate secret—because that’s what it would be, a corporate secret—was revealed. Five million dollars was a great amount of money, no matter how rich you were. And from the looks of the contract, it was airtight.
    In other words, this bonding camp arrangement was the real deal.
    Lauren smiled at her reflection. “Let it go,” she whispered. “Enjoy it. You’ll have the signed contract. Bond with them, and make some truly loyal friends.”
    With a bounce in her step and excitement tickling her insides, Lauren returned to Justice’s office. He was sitting at his desk, looking over some paperwork.

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    Feeling a bit adventurous, she approached him from behind and snaked her arms around his neck. She leaned in close and whispered in his ear, “Thank you for the lovely meeting.”
    He chuckled. “My pleasure.”
    “And mine,” she said.
    He looked up at her, and she graced him with a quick kiss. “I have to go. I think I’m late already,” she said, glancing at the clock on the opposite wall. Sure enough, she was already ten minutes late for her next meeting.
    “Get moving,” Justice said, giving her a little smack on the bottom as she headed for the door. “I’m having the signed contract sent to your room. And you are late. Morgan just may punish you for it.”
    Then he winked.
    A zing traced down her spine at the hint of punishment. “See you at dinner,” she said and rushed out the door.
    Lauren had never met Morgan Moss, but she’d seen pictures of him in the newspaper. Known for his fierce style in the courtroom, his looks suggested he was equally fierce outside the courtroom.
    She arrived at the door to his office, which was three doors down the hall from Justice’s. She raised her hand, hesitated, then knocked, saying, “Ah hell,” under her breath.
    “Come,” the deep voice on the other side of the door said.
    Lauren opened the door and stepped inside.
    Morgan sat in an overstuffed leather chair facing the door.
    Lauren’s blood thrummed through her veins. He looked sexy, dangerous, forceful. His black hair was loose, the ends brushing the shoulders of the crisp white shirt he wore, the front unbuttoned to his waist. The black slacks failed to hide the strong thighs and distinct bulge at the apex of his legs. His eyes, dark as night, gleamed with intrigue.
    “Don’t just stand there,” he said. “Close the door and come closer so I can get a better look at you.”

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    Christelle Mirin
    Lauren closed the door, her hand slipping on the doorknob. Her palms weren’t the only thing that had become wet. The way he spoke reminded her of the Big Bad Wolf and Little Red Riding Hood.
    “Come here,” he said, crooking his finger. “I won’t bite. Unless you want me to.”
    Lauren stepped forward, a smile beginning to form on her lips thanks to his little joke. Then she noticed the seriousness of his face and realized he wasn’t joking. She tentatively walked toward him.
    “I’m sorry I’m late,” she said softly.
    “As you should be.” His dark eyes flashed with danger.
    Lauren stopped, her heart skipping a beat. “I didn’t mean to—”
    “Hush,” he said with a wave of his hand.
    She swallowed, unsure of what to do now. Maybe this was a mistake.
    “Don’t be so shy, Miss Brooke.” A smile caressed his lips. “I’ve been informed you prefer the subservient role in our