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wasn’t one underneath. Here he was trying to calm down, but he was becoming excited in other ways. That was fine. He’d rather be turned on than in a rage, and he wasn’t some horny teenager who couldn’t control his erections.
     
    “Are you such a pompous ass that you think you can screw around with me?”
     
    She wasn’t yelling particularly loud, but her voice carried. Still ignoring her questions, Scratch gathered up the few loose sheets of paper on his lap and tossed them on his desk with the rest before getting up. Glaring at Monica as he went, he walked to the door and closed it. Other empty offices surrounded his corner office, so he wasn’t worried about the noise, but he didn’t want to risk someone deciding to be nosey.
     
    With his back to her, he contemplated his response. He had not expected her so soon, and hadn’t heard back from Jack yet. Still, he needed to butter her up. Staying silent wasn’t just to calm down, but to give her a chance to either calm down or say something for him to work with. Turning around, he found her glowering at him with her arms folded across her chest, pushing her breasts up to expose a little more skin for him to look at.
     
    Monica resorted to silence. Her anger was visible in the swift rise and fall of her chest with each breath, and the flaring of her nostrils. But even as she fumed, her eyes roamed his body the way his had over hers. Scratch was now leaning up against the door with his arms folded to match hers. The hard set of his Caribbean blue eyes made her want to slap him, but even though they were turned up in a smirk, the unexpected fullness of his lips made her want to kiss him. His earthy masculine scent filled the room around her, making the task of focusing on her anger difficult.
     
    “I take it you're not happy with the information I provided you.” Scratch’s deep voice broke the silence between them. The tension was still thick, and pulsing between them.
     
    “You know,” she started as she turned to his desk and began to gather a few of the reports that managed to stay inside the folders. “I can’t decide. Did you think you could fool me with this nonsense you gave me? Or did you think you were being funny? I don’t know you well enough to insult your level of intelligence, even though you did that to me.”
     
    “Truthfully?”
     
    “Is it possible? For you to be truthful, I mean. Don’t want there to be any confusion in what I want from you,” she scathed.
     
    It was small and kind of obvious, but her choice of words had given him an opening to distract her.
     
    “And what is it that you want? From me, that is?” He arched a devilish eyebrow in suggestion.
     
    “The truth would be nice.”
     
    “That’s easy enough. I find you impossibly attractive, and when you came storming into my office, I couldn’t decide if I wanted to kiss you to shut you up, or bend you over my desk and spank you.” 
     
    “You can’t be serious,” she said dryly. Her words did not match the blush that was burning her cheeks.
     
    “Oh, I’m very serious. Are you always so rude?” 
     
    “Rude? You’re crazy. There wasn’t anything in your profile that said you’d been diagnosed with a mental illness.”
     
    “Me?” Scratch let out a throaty laugh at her accusation. “You are the one that came into my office throwing things like a madwoman. I should be the one concerned about your mental health.”
     
    “You should be concerned after that crap you pulled. You said you would cooperate with us. I don’t have time to play games with you, Mr. Hines.”
     
    She held out a few of the reports for him to look over. Deciding to appease her a little, Scratch dropped his arms before he heaved himself away from the door. She tried to exude confidence as she stoned her features into a cold mask, but her hands were trembling. So he took his time approaching her. Once upon her, instead of taking the papers, he passed her and perched