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specks of dust off her knees and skirt.
    Her arms folded across her chest, she said, “What are you doing here?”
    Derek was leaning against the door, looking more gorgeous than any man had a right to in his pin-striped shirt and well-tailored coat and slacks.
    He grinned and Callie wanted to smack the smile from his lips.
    She also wanted to kiss him senseless, of course, but she was going to have some control over herself if it killed her.
    Which it probably would.
    “This is Callie’s Candies isn’t it?”
    Callie nodded, keeping her lips firmly pressed together, forcing herself to back up into the refrigerator shelves, rather than jump Derek’s bones.
    “I’m here for our appointment.”
    “Our appointment?”
    She was utterly mortified, sure that her skin was turning pinker and pinker by the second. If things got any worse, she would fade away completely into the fabric of her pink suit.
    “10 a.m., Monday morning. My assistant set it up with your accountant.”
    “You can’t be the guy who-” She shook her head. “That's impossible, because-”
    She leaned her weight into the cool air of the refrigerator as the full ramifications of her actions came crashing down upon her.
    “Oh god.”
    Thoughts rushed around her brain, knocking into each other as the magnitude of her mistake sunk in.
    She'd slept with the Candy King.
    She'd had a one-night stand with the one person who could save her business.
    What if he thinks I knew who he was all along and did it on purpose?
    Struggling to sound like she had at least half a handle on her life, she said, “Please forgive me. You’re with Sweet…”
    Callie let her voice drop and looked up towards the ceiling as if she obviously knew the name of his company but had momentarily forgotten it. She hoped against hope that he would fall for her act.
    The truth was, she was such a bad business owner she didn’t even know the name of the company that had been sent in to save her from ruin.
    “Sweet Returns,” he said smoothly, his eyes running past her flushed face to her chest, then quickly back up to her face.
    Too late Callie realized that she was flashing Derek through the translucent white silk of her flimsy camisole. She crossed her arms across her chest, wanting to hide her telltale arousal, but it was no use.
    With her arms crossed beneath her breasts, the soft flesh rose indecently up out of the v-neck top of her skimpy shell. She didn’t know which was worse: her hard nipples shooting through the fabric like darts, or the bounteous mounds of her breasts spilling from her top.
    Wishing she weren’t always doing the wrong thing at the wrong time, Callie bit her lip and said, “Should we get down to business?”
    But no matter how hard she tried to act professional, Callie knew she sounded like she’d rather get kissed by Derek than look at the bottom line with him.
    She couldn’t help it. Derek was so damn gorgeous. And sexy. And…
    Standing right in front of her.
    With the intimacy that comes from knowing just how a woman needs to be touched, he brushed back a curl from her cheek.
    Callie shivered.
    Just like the visions that had kept her awake all night long, Derek was right there within stroking distance. She needed him so desperately that against any good sense she had ever possessed, her arms uncrossed and moved across his shoulders to entwine around his neck and she pressed her breasts up against his hard chest.
    “Callie.”
    His voice wrapped around her like a deep fog, husky and full of the very need she herself was unable to fight, and then his mouth was on hers and her lips were open and greedy and she was moaning. He felt so good, so damn good, she was nearly sobbing with need.
    He sucked at her lower lip, letting his teeth graze her skin, still sensitive from their lovemaking at the wedding, before moving his mouth down past her chin to the side of her neck.
    “I was awake all night dreaming about doing this again. Touching you again. Loving