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current fantasies—the woman he had screwed in a women’s bathroom and hadn’t been able to shake from his memory since—and he was pretty damn sure she was his new assistant.
                  He knew she recognized him by the way her mouth dropped open in a small O and her brown eyes widened. She started toward him, her steps faltering only slightly before she visibly pulled herself together. His eyes narrowed as the woman stopped in front of his table and peered down at him.
                  “Hey, fancy meeting you again.” She smiled, showing off pretty white teeth that weren’t exactly perfect but still managed to set off her smile. His gaze lingered on her full, pouty bottom lip, remembering how it had tasted against his tongue.
                  “Yes, fancy that,” Tate replied tightly. “Piper was it?”
    Dressed the way she was, looking the way she did, he never would have figured her for the business type. Judging from their first encounter, he pegged her as easy, just some bimbo, good for taking to bed and not much more.
    Okay, that wasn’t entirely true. She seemed different from the women he normally screwed. Compelling him to kiss her was proof enough of that. Not that he would have minded taking this woman to bed, though. Hell, he already had her once bent over a bathroom sink, but he needed an assistant just now. What he didn’t need was the aggravation of working with a woman who he’d already slept with. Sitting back, he folded his arms over his chest and propped his foot up on the chair across from him.
    “ Ah, you remembered.”
    “ What can I say? I’m good with names, and I never forget a pretty face,” he replied smoothly.
    She blushed, which oddly pleased him . Too bad he was going to have to wipe that pretty look off her face. “So, what are you doing here?”
    “ I’m supposed to be meeting my new assistant,” he said, looking up at her meaningfully, “but they’re late.”
    Brows pinching, Piper frowned at him. He knew the exact moment that she put two and two together. “You’re Tate Larson? ” she screeched.
                  He pursed his lips. “I am. Are you the assistant?”
                  She swallowed, her hands twisting nervously in front of her. “Yes, that’s me.”
                  “Good. You’re fired.”
     
    *****
     
    “Excuse me?” Piper struggled to overcome her shock as she stood there before this man—this man she had sex with and was never supposed to see again!—who regarded her with bored indifference. “You can’t fire me. I haven’t even started yet!”
                  He watched her for a long moment, and then sighed as he turned his attention to the laptop in front of him. “Fine. You can start by getting me a coffee, large, black and a slice of coffee cake.”
                  Piper glared at him. Was this guy for real? This was exactly why she preferred one-night stands. When she banged someone in the back room she never had to see their assholian faces again!
    With a huff, Piper spun around to place his order. When she returned she placed the steam ing cup of coffee and the plate of cake that was now picked clean of its streusel topping on the table.
    Take that, asshole!
                  “Will there be anything else?” she asked, barely able to restrain the anger brewing inside.
                  “Nope.” He shook his head as he absently reached out his hand to draw the cake closer. “This looks different,” he said, leaning forward to inspect it. “Is it missing something?”
                  Piper shrugged and said innocently, “I don’t know. Is there?”
                  He eyed the cake, then her, and the cake again and frowned, but without proof he eventually let it go and proceeded to eat every bite. As she watched him, Piper took a bit of satisfaction from the small victory while