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thinking of her monogrammed handkerchief.
    “ Especially if it's limited edition,” he said, picking up on her thought.
    She sighed and stepped into her skirt. He pulled it to her hips, zipped it up and secured the clasp. Standing before her, he planted a chaste kiss upon her lips.
    “Your thigh highs look snag-free.” He retrieved another package from the slim paper bag. “I got replacements, just in case.”
    Her mouth dropped as she eyed the thigh highs on her desk. She shouldn't be surprised that he knew what kind of stockings she wore. He had two years' advantage after all to notice her patterns. Actually, she had about that much time as well, but she didn't do what he did. “When are you going to stop stalking me?”
    “Never.” A wicked smile played at his lips as he retrieved his pants from the floor.
    She glanced up at him sharply. “What's that supposed to mean?”
    “It means that you're mine to cherish and protect.” He secured his pants and laced his belt through the loops of his slacks.
    She couldn't help but scoff. “This is just a one-time bang to scratch an itch. Don't act as if this is anything more than that.”
    His voice grew cold, his face sidling into a sneer. “Is this what it is to you? A one-time bang?” He stopped at the buckle of his belt, grabbing it as if he were ready to whip it out again.
    Mariah stepped back and bumped into the chair. “You can have your pick of women, Clark. Whatever you have for me is just a fascination or infatuation. Or at the most, an obsession.”
    “Fuck,” he cursed under his breath, stepping away and turning his back to her.
    “That's exactly what this was.”
    He faced her again, stepping closer until she backed down onto the chair. “Is that really what you believe?' His hands balled into fists. “It's taking every ounce of my self-control not to rip your clothes off and fuck you senseless again.”
    “That's exactly what you got,” Mariah said. “Senseless. Now that I have some, it's time for you to leave.”
    “No.” He caged her within the armchair. “I take my leave when I want to.”
    “This is my office,” she said, her voice strangely steady even though somewhat trapped.
    “And for your information, I fucked you to fuck some sense into you,” he said, his voice menacing.
    “Goddammit!” She pushed him away. “You're not making sense!”
    “You are a frustrating woman,” Clark grumbled, funning a hand through his hair.
    “Well, then pick another woman who's less frustrating,” she said, leaning forward in her chair.
    He narrowed his eyes at her. “There's only one Mariah Janiece Olsen.”
    Taken aback by the use of her full name, Mariah sank back into the chair. All of her official documents only had her first and last name. “How did you know my middle name?”
    “My secret.” A thin smile formed on his face.
    “Are there no bounds to your invasions of privacy?” She'd had enough of this. Shooting a glance at the office phone, she gasped. She had fifteen minutes to make her three o'clock appointment. “You need to leave.”
    He edged close to her. “Don't make me repeat myself.”
    “Don't come any closer.” She snatched the receiver.
    Just as quickly, he covered her hand with his and effectively kept the receiver in its cradle. “If you pick up that phone, it's to cancel your three o'clock, because we're going to arrive to a mutual understanding.”
    She relinquished the hold on the receiver, and he took the opportunity to grab her hand and hold it to his lips. Heart beating fast, she realized there was no way Clark would let her out of the office without him being heard.
    “You have no idea what you do to me,” he said, brushing his lips across the back of her hand. “Do you?”
    She shook her head. “You have a lot going for you, Clark.” She grimaced, then quoted her sprite friend Geneva's guy-speak, “Bazillions of dollars, mouth-watering jolly good looks and mad skills in the sack.” She shook her