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and leaned against the side of the car so that I was no longer in the wind.
    A few moments later, I saw him prowl around the corner, a fierce scowl on his face, and his overcoat flapping behind him in the wind. He looked like a film noir character, or maybe a tortured hero in a comic book. I wanted to roll my eyes at my own fanciful thoughts, but didn’t dare take them off my boss. I watched as he came closer and closer until I realized that he was directing his feet not toward his car, but straight for me.
    Before I could scoot out of the way, he loomed over me, reaching a hand over my left shoulder to rest it on the hood of the SUV and gripping the door handle to my right with his other. He was essentially caging me in and I didn’t like it one little bit.
    “What is your problem?” he asked, his voice angry and deep.
    I tossed my ponytail over my shoulder and straightened my spine. “You.”
    He looked surprised for a moment. “Me?”
    I nodded sharply.
    “Why?”
    “You didn’t use the company card to pay for dinner, but your personal check card, as though this was a date.” He started to interrupt, but I held up a hand imperiously and he fell silent. “You manhandled me into your car even though I told you I only wanted to go home, and, on Friday, you acted more like a possessive, jealous boyfriend than my boss. Any one of those things alone would irritate me, but all three together have…Pissed. Me. Off.” With each of the last three words, I rose higher on my toes so that my face was only a few inches from his.
    Then he was crushing me against the side of the car, his mouth slanted over mine, forceful and angry, his tongue pushing past my lips. I couldn’t resist that kind of onslaught. He was kissing me like a Viking marauder, plundering, taking anything and everything he wanted. When my teeth nipped his bottom lip, Chris groaned and wrapped my long ponytail around his hand, using it to tilt my head back further. Our tongues tangled and I shoved both hands into his short hair, scratching at his scalp with my short nails.
    His hips pressed into mine, pinning me between the cold metal of the SUV and his incredibly hot, hard body. I moaned against his mouth when I felt the ridge of his erection grind against my lower abdomen. Chris pulled me away from the car slightly, keeping his hold on my ponytail with one hand while the other reached down to cup my ass, lifting me onto my toes so that his hard length rubbed against the front of my sex.
    Somewhere down the street, a car honked long and loud, jerking me out of the lust-fueled fog he created with his kiss. I shoved at his chest, hard, knocking him back a step. He still had his hand in my hair so we both stumbled slightly.
    I lifted a shaking hand to my mouth and stared at him in disbelief. “Shit on a cracker, this can’t be good.”

Chapter Five

    T he next morning, I rolled over onto my back and stared at the dark ceiling. It was five-thirty, a half hour before I normally got out of bed. I’d barely slept all night. I wiggled deeper into the mattress, hoping I could catch a thirty minute catnap before my alarm went off.
    Just as I closed my eyes, the memory of Chris trapping me against the car and laying the most exciting kiss of my life on me resurfaced. My eyes popped open and I heaved a huge sigh. I’d been reliving those moments all night long. I realized it trying to sleep was a lost cause, rolled over to turn off my alarm clock, and dragged my tired ass out of bed. Since I couldn’t sleep, I might as well get up and drink an enormous cup of coffee.

    An hour later, I had managed to shower, dry my hair, and I was in the middle of applying my make-up, while another steaming cup of coffee stood next to me on the bathroom counter. Though I normally didn’t leave for work until 8 a.m., I decided to take advantage of my early morning and finish getting ready quickly so I could drop by Einstein’s for a bagel.
    Just as I finished adding the last