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he’d wanted her more than he’d wanted anything in a long time. That was until the next night. And the next one. There was a definite pattern forming where this woman was concerned.
    “I…I wasn’t the person assigned to that case, Sally was. I can…”
    “I want you, and no other.”
    “We can’t.” She whispered the words. “I can’t. It’s not supposed to…”
    “Oh, and Serendipity?”
    “Yes?”
    He stroked his cock through his pants, afraid he would shoot off in his jeans like a teen-age boy. “Leave your panties in the car.”
    He hung up before she could answer. The only thing to do now was wait and see if she appeared as he’d asked her to.
    * * * *
    Fallon stared at the phone in her hand, her heart racing. She cringed at the thought that she’d actually answered to that name on the work phone. What the hell was she doing? And how in the hell had he figured out who she was? It wasn’t supposed to happen!
    He might like her cyber blowjobs, but when he found out she was a size sixteen, and not a size two, he would run for the hills. There was no way she could go to his office. Why was he doing this? Couldn’t he just be satisfied with phone sex?
    Obviously not. Maybe she could hire someone to pretend to be her. No, that wouldn’t work. The first time he mentioned something about riding her until she screamed in release that person would scream and run.
    Besides, she had to be truthful with herself. If he’d searched her out, he obviously already knew she wasn’t anything like the beautiful women he was used to being with.
    She should call him back right now, tell him there was no way she could come and see him. That would be the best thing to do. She picked up the phone, and then immediately put it back down.
    “Leave your panties in the car.” His command echoed in her eyes. He planned to have sex with her tonight. No, not with her, with Serendipity. Crap! Why was this happening to her? She needed to talk with the agency about beefing up their security if he could find out the identity of an artist so fast. Had they given it to him, or had he hired someone to find it? She was betting on the latter. Of course she’d found him just as quickly. She tried to justify her hacking by convincing herself that she worked there, and it wasn’t so illegal, even though she knew it was.
    “What’s wrong, did you eat a large pizza for lunch and it’s coming back up on you?”
    Fallon pushed back and stood up. “Screw you, Sally. Get the hell away from my desk.”
    “Such language. I’m sure Elaine would be very upset to hear it.”
    There was a deep sigh and they both turned toward their boss. “I’m tired of hearing you two fight . This is not a schoolyard where you can go at it anytime you want. Straighten up or I’ll can you both.” She glared at them, then handed Fallon a manila folder. “You’re to take this to Burke Gordon at his office. Be there at six on the dot.”
    That sneaky little bastard. He’d known she would try to weasel out it and he’d fixed it so she couldn’t. At least he hadn’t said anything to Elaine about Fallon not wearing panties for this errand.
    Sally made a grab for the folder but Elaine pulled it away.
    “I did that case,” Sally whined. “I should be the one to deliver it if he needs another copy.”
    “He asked for Fallon, and Fallon he will get.” The look Elaine gave Sally said it all: one more word and you’re gone.
    Fallon took the folder and Elaine headed toward her office.
    “Trying to steal my clients now? You’re not going to get away with it, I’ll see to that.”
    Sally stalked off and Fallon stared at the clock. It was a little after four. She had almost two hours to come up with a way to get out of this meeting. As she thought of escape routes her anger built. How dare he do this?
    It was a million to one shot that they’d live in the same city, much less work in the legal field. But for him to take advantage of that work to find her,