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responded. He picked up his glass and took another drink. Afterward, without speaking, Marco took one big step in my direction. On instinct, I backed up, brushing against the marble. The coolness of the surface traveled through my gown with ease, sending an icy chill down my spine. He angled his head down at me until at last, our eyes met.
    “Tell me about yourself, Dani.”
    Now clutching my wine glass in both hands, I swallowed hard.
    “Me?”
    Marco nodded. “Yes. After all, you can’t expect me to just sign over billions of dollars to someone I hardly know. Can you?”
    A surge of adrenaline coursed through me. I glanced at my purse for an instant, relieved I’d trusted my instincts enough to bring the signature page. It was the first time he’d given me any hint he was actually going to sign with us. And just when my mind wandered off course, filling my head with fantasies of making partner and all the spoils that come with it, Marco snapped me back to reality.
    “Be authentic with me about yourself, Dani,” he said, his voice deepening, almost… ordering . “No. Bullshit.”
    I looked at him and shook my head.
    “No, I-I wouldn’t do that.”
    I felt like I’d been caught, thinking thoughts I shouldn’t have.
    “Good,” he said, holding his gaze on me for emphasis. “Trust is important to me, Dani. It’s the only thing that matters. Do you understand?”
    I nodded.
    “Yes. It’s important to me as well, Marco.”
    With that, Marco raised his eyebrows, looking at me expectantly.
    “Well, um,” I began, suddenly remembering what he’d asked about. “What do you want to know about me?”
    He inched closer. I swallowed, searching my mouth for moisture.
    “Well for starters…” Marco said, his voice a throaty whisper. “I want to know how you taste.”
    He reached for me, touching the side of my neck with the tips of his fingers. I glanced towards him, meeting his eyes with mine for an instant. Without thinking, I turned my gaze at the freshly exposed skin beneath his unbuttoned shirt.
    My nostrils flared. Something primal stirred inside.
    Marco snaked his fingers into my hair, setting the skin where he touched alive with a tingling sensation. I watched him, unable to take my eyes off his smooth, natural gestures. All the while, he edged nearer, a shadow drew across his face, defining his strong jawline in sharp relief. The seconds dripped by until at last his lips met mine with certainty, like it had been his plan all along.
    The silky smooth feel of his mouth against mine sent my desire for him into overdrive. Yet, in the midst of those first precious seconds, doubts nagged at me, and thoughts streaked across the last shreds of consciousness I still had.
    What if I gave in to him and he didn’t sign? What if he went to the partners and told them I’d come here, kissed him and…? The truth was, I had no idea what kind of person I was dealing with in Marco Rhys.
    Panic flooded my awareness. This was a bad idea. A terrible one.
    Wake up, Dani! Stop!
    “Marco,” I began, breaking my mouth free of his with a gasp. I pushed my palms flat against his chest. “I can’t… Please don’t.”
    His jaw flexed. He wrapped his fingers around the stem of my wine glass, prying it from my hand. Once he’d set it aside, Marco reached for my waist, snapping his hands around it and lifting me off the ground. Before I realized it, he’d placed me on the counter, spread my legs and forced himself between them.
    My breath caught in my throat.
    “Marco, I-I…” I said, nearly begging.
    The cold of the marble stung me through the sheer fabric of my dress, adding to my anxiety and sharpening my focus on the sexually menacing presence in front of me. Undaunted, Marco moved closer, the closest yet. He reached down, grabbed hold of my inner thighs, and spread them apart. I resisted but was no match for his strength. Control slipped. I struggled to catch my breath and do something, anything.
    What are you doing,