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leafed through the employee folders resting on the edge of the desk. When he found Jillian’s, he tugged it free and flipped it open. Her deceptively innocent features stared up at him. You want to taste me, don’t you? her half smile seemed to say.
    Yeah. He did.
    She had a button nose, a small scattering of freckles barely visible—he’d had to search intensely for them when he’d met her in person—and, sweet Jesus, the cutest dimples he’d ever seen. He hadn’t had to search for those. They’d snagged his attention and hadn’t let go. Added up, these features were the attributes of a Sunday School teacher.
    She also had glossy dark curls made for a man’s hands, lush pink lips and wide blue eyes fringed by inky lashes—the attributes of a well-sated sex puppet. An exquisite combination that made him wonder which she’d be in bed. Maybe both.
    Don’t go there, asshole.
    He coughed, shifted in the chair, hot and definitely bothered. Reading on…Under strengths, Anne had marked: loyal, honest, determined and trust issues. How was trust issues a strength? Under weaknesses: gives to charity, is a closet do-gooder and considers her friends’ well-being before she considers her own. Those were weaknesses? He shook his head. Anne was weird.
    He himself had seen no redeeming qualities from Jillian. Okay, that was a lie. She’d apologized to him the first time she’d inadvertently insulted him, after she’d asked why Anne had hired him. Also, there was her mouth. That was certainly a redeeming quality. And her legs. And her breasts, with those so-hard-I-need-a-lick nipples.
    All of his blood rushed south again. Please, he mused in the next instant. Like it’s ever migrated north since Jillian stepped inside the office.
    What was he going to do with that woman?
    I can think of something, his cock replied.
    â€œShut up,” he muttered darkly. “You don’t get a voice in this situation.” Hell, no. Erections turned men into, well, dicks. Made them do stupid things. He wasn’t stupid. Most of the time.
    Women were vipers by nature; Jillian clearly more than most, what with her trust issues and all. Getting involved with an employee—especially one who wouldn’t hesitate to slice and dice her opponent to shreds—would be tantamount to cutting out all his vital organs and selling them on eBay.
    Not that Jillian had wanted anything to do with him.
    Not that Marcus wanted anything to do with her. Really.
    He was a gambling man but she was high stakes. Too high. Still, he would have liked to play naked poker with her. To have all of Jillian’s passion directed at a hand of cards while she was bare-assed naked…Ah, hell. Anymore of that and he might lose all common sense and go ahead and try to seduce her.
    Did she have a boyfriend? Was Jillian the type who demanded a commitment? Surely not. Like him, she probably kept her relationships strictly about sex, sex and more sex. No strings. Ever. And never with employees, he reminded himself. Or coworkers. Or other bait.
    He’d probably need the reminder a few (thousand) more times because he’d been in a slump lately and wasn’t getting even a little sex. Not his fault. There’d been offers—oh, there’d been some offers. Fine. There’d been two. In his defense, again, he hadn’t been nice to anyone who approached him.
    Lately he just wasn’t interested and (embarrassingly enough) couldn’t get hard because all he could think about was the doomed nature of the whole mating dance. Meet, screw, say goodbye or try for something lasting, then wait for failure. Then he’d seen Jillian and the slump had ended. Literally.
    What have I gotten myself into? he wondered again.
    Despite his need to keep Jillian at an emotional distance, to keep her mad at him so there was no chance she’d want to be friends or lovers, he had to smooth things