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tempting. He slipped into the corner between the the antique oak armoire and the wall. The doorknob turned and Annata entered, carrying three fat folders stuffed with papers. She slammed them down on her desk. She wore her braids down her back again. His eyes skimmed her and he realized that he had never noticed how tapered her waist was, and how full and curvaceous her ass was. She wore a tight, high-waisted skirt that day, and it accentuated all of her assets.  She tossed a braid over her shoulder, exposing her throat. Her gold hoop earring brushed against the fine skin beneath her ear. The scent of her perfume wafted in his direction. He clenched his fists. He imagined running his mouth down that slender throat, feeling the thumping of her vein under his tongue as he made her blood pressure rise. He let out a low breath. Shit.  He knew he had to act fast or she  would notice him.
    He moved fast and silent out of the corner and slid an arm around her waist, pulling her against him. The other he clamped over her mouth. He felt her inhale sharply and he put his mouth to his ear. “Get the fuck out of my office.” He whispered. She struggled against him and he dropped her so abruptly she stumbled against the desk. He laughed as she whirled around to face him. Her golden eyes darkened, a storm on her face. She moved so fast he didn't have time to block her blow. The slap snapped his face to the side and he swore; stars danced behind his eyes. He tasted a metallic tinge in his mouth.  There was a roaring in his ears as the pain gave way to anger. But he realized anger was not the only thing he felt. Emotions rushed through him too fast—he didn't know what to do with them. He was also suddenly, indescribably hard. He pushed her against the desk and she landed back on her elbows with a thud, her back arched over the folders. He slammed his hands on the desk on either side of her, leaning over her.
    “ Who the hell do you think you are?” he hissed. He searched her face for answers. Who was this woman that took all his self control from him? He had been an idiot to continue messing with a force he didn't understand. Now he was caught up and couldn't free himself. She brought her hands up against his chest and tried to push him away. But he was too strong.
    “ Get off of me,” she said, squirming under him. He ground his hips into hers, pinning her against the desk. He had never hit a woman. He had never forced himself on a woman. The combination of anger and lust he felt almost terrified him—he saw how easy it would be to hurt her. Beneath him, she was breathing heavily, her breasts straining against her purple silk blouse. Realizing that he had instigated a dangerous situation, he forced him to take a step back. She snapped up, her hands against his chest, pushing him away. “Christophe Van der Kind!” she said through gritted teeth. “What the hell are you doing?”
    He shook his head. His brain felt foggy. He didn't know what he was doing. He couldn't stop his hands from roaming. They gripped her ass, crushing her against his growing erection. Her fingernails were biting into the skin beneath his shirt. “Look at me!” She hissed. His eyes finally met hers. She was giving him a strange look, somewhere between anger and something else. He wondered if he was scaring her?
    “Annata,” he managed to get out. She exhaled a jagged breath and stared back at him, her eyes wide. “Fuck,” he whispered. She was so beautiful. He knew he was a goner. He wanted her now. Right now. Against her desk. He dropped his head and ran his teeth against her soft, fragrant skin.  She moaned deep in her throat. He could feel the vibration against his tongue. As if she could read his mind, her arms slid around his neck. She ran her fingers through his hair, cupping the back of his head as he nipped her jaw and ran his tongue along her skin.
    “ D0 you know what you're doing?” she whispered, as he dragged one hand up the curve of