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her dress top and strolled out. “I’ll give you some privacy.”
    *
    Zac answered the late call, doing the math as he did so. It was four p.m. in New York. “Joel.” He looked down the hall and didn’t spy Rachel, but decided to sneak into the bathroom behind the closed door anyway.
    “How’s it going in Paris?”
    “What’s this about a memo to the branch stating a bigwig was on the way? I thought this was a covert mission?”
    “It is. Shit. The office knows? I might as well just pull the plug right now, then.”
    “No! I haven’t had a proper look around yet.”
    Was he saying that because he needed to delve further into the office activities, or because he still hadn’t fucked Rachel? And while that wasn’t the goal, it was the desire. Mixing business with pleasure? He could handle it.
    He could.
    “It would be a mercy to the employees if we closed up shop before the scheduled ad meeting on Friday,” Joel insisted.
    “I don’t believe so. Just don’t do anything. I still have my cover. Give me until Friday morning.” And he hung up, not waiting for approval. Because he was the CEO. He told people what to do. Not the other way around.
    And yet… Was it the very fact that he’d been mistaken for a low man in the office hierarchy that he was enjoying this whole experience so much? Since arriving, he hadn’t been expected to command and conquer. Rather, he’d been ordered to his knees and asked to do his best. He kind of liked the freeing feeling of not being the big man on top that everyone feared.
    Now. To command and conquer the woman? Or to stand back and assess, allowing her to show him how she wanted this to go?
    Zac nodded. Allowing Rachel to lead the way was becoming more and more pleasurable.
     
     
    Chapter 6
     
    Rachel turned on the arm of the couch where she sat, straining to hear Zac’s phone conversation. Impossible. Which was just as well. She didn’t want to know his secrets. And yet… She’d come to a conclusion in the few minutes she’d been sitting here.
    Zac wandered out of the bedroom, fixing his tie and smoothing a hand through his hair.
    “I’ve thought about it. Us,” she corrected as she stood and grabbed his tie, tugging him closer. “I’m not one to play games. I expected certain things when you invited me to dinner tonight, and I’m not going to wimp out just because you haven’t caught up with the program. So get on board.” She slid a hand down and gripped his crotch, satisfied to find that his erection was hard. “Fast.”
    “Oui, mademoiselle.”
    “You speak French?”
    He slid a hand up to her breast and squeezed the nipple. “Oui. Non. S’il vous plait. Merci. You have now heard my entire French oeuvre.”
    “I wish I knew how to say on your knees in French.”
    His eyebrow quirked and a smile lit in his eyes. “That’s the second time you’ve requested as much from me. Do you call this manner of yours aggressive or assertive?”
    She tugged his tie, and he bent at the knees, keeping eye contact as he went down. “Most definitely assertive.”
    He kissed her thigh and nudged her skirt hem with his nose, raising it slightly, then glided his fingers up under the fabric and pulled her in close to kiss her bared mons. His tongue lashed out, tasting her wetness.
    Rachel clung to his hair, clutching and moaning every time his tongue touched her sensitive clit.
    “I’ve always favored software studies over hardware,” he commented with a wink up toward her. “Let’s see how long it takes to get your system online.”
    And despite his corny metaphors, Rachel couldn’t find a protest as his fingers slid inside her to tease, coax, and explore, working in tandem with his tongue. She bobbled backward and let her body fall onto the couch. Zac followed, lifting her leg by the ankle to direct it over his shoulder. Gladiator sandal pointing in the air, she lifted her hips, seeking his delicious ministrations.
    Zac’s hand slid under her thigh and