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take me off the project. My team is essential to it.”
    Regina smirked. “You really think so? I could get this project done with my team alone if I really wanted to. You think you’re hot shit? I was promoted for a reason. How long have you been in this same position? Wouldn’t you think that if you were so good, you’d have been at Talitha’s level by now?”
    Bradley’s eyes narrowed. “There are a lot of reasons why I am not at Talitha’s level, but none of them have anything to do with my skills.”
    Regina shrugged. “So prove it to me—show me you’re a better project manager than I am, instead of cutting me off every time we have to work on something.” Regina sat down, trying to still the hammering of her heart.
    Bradley made a sound like a suppressed growl and stood, kicking the chair away from him. Regina bit her lip to stifle the startled yelp that rose to her throat, looking up from her papers to see Bradley staring at her, his bright eyes darkening.
    “I am a better project manager than you are,” he said lowly.
    Regina forced her hands to remain steady, even though she felt her whole body trembling. “Then put up or shut up. You’re the one who wanted to make this fast.” Regina felt the tension in her body; in spite of the instinctive fear she felt at the confrontation, she couldn’t deny that the way that Bradley looked—fired up, indignant—was bizarrely attractive.
    He stalked around the table to where she sat. “I can’t exactly see your work when you’re halfway across the room,” he said, his voice strained with impatience. He hovered over her, and Regina caught the scent of his cologne; it was woody and green, with musk running underneath, an intoxicating clean smell that distracted her. Bradley leaned forward and rested his hand next to hers, and Regina was struck by how different their respective skins looked so close together.
    Almost against her will, she felt herself getting turned on. She couldn’t deny that Bradley was attractive—she might despise him, might find him the most annoying man she had ever met, but she knew that part of her frustration was the feeling that it would be remarkably easy to let herself be seduced by him.
    “What’s this?” he asked, pointing at one of the graphs that Regina had prepared.
    “It’s a chart showing preliminary research into market need,” she replied, hearing the breathlessness in her own voice.
    Bradley looked at her sharply, catching something in the way she spoke. “It’s good,” he said begrudgingly. “You might have some skills after all.”
    Regina’s sense of indignation at the backhanded compliment rose to almost conquer her growing lust. She stood, covering the fact that her legs were unsteady beneath her by gripping the table. “I am every bit as skilled as you are,” she told him angrily. “I don’t know why you’ve got such a damned problem with me, but I am tired of the backhanded compliments, and the stupid looks, and the way you constantly dismiss me. I thought I told you I won’t tolerate it.” She felt her body shaking with anger and fear.
    The next moment startled Regina completely. Bradley leaned in and brushed his lips against hers, and Regina was in such a state of shock that she couldn’t react for a long moment. When she realized what was happening—when her mind put together the implausible fact that Bradley was kissing her—she broke away from him, stepping back and raising her hand to slap him. “What the hell do you think I am?” she shouted. She had, more than once in her career, dealt with perverts who thought that because she was a woman—and a woman of color—that she was easy pickings. It had made her husband’s insistence that she was a slut that much harder to shake; she had spent years wondering what it was about her that made some men try to make a pass.
    “I think you’re a gorgeous and talented designer,” Bradley replied. “You stupid woman—don’t you know