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they’d indulge in after hours, when there was nothing to concentrate on but each other.
    Giving himself a firm mental shake back to his present situation, he resumed his watch for Liz. Five minutes later, he released a grateful stream of breath when she emerged from the double glass doors, giving him something other than his unruly, sorely neglected libido to focus on.
    She wasn’t alone. A petite brunette accompanied Liz out of the building, with the two of them carrying on a conversation until they reached the other woman’s car. They talked for another minute or so, then went their separate ways, with Liz heading toward his vehicle, hips swaying and a light bounce in her step that captivated him—as did everything about her.
    She slid into the passenger seat, shut the door, and flashed him a bright smile. “I got the job,” she announced, looking extremely pleased with herself.
    Her exuberance made him grin, too. “I had no doubt that you would,” he said, and turned the key in the ignition. He drove out of the parking lot and headed back toward his office. “Tell me how the interview went.”
    “It certainly wasn’t your typical kind of interview,” she said, her tone wry. He’d left the windows rolled down, and as he turned onto the freeway and picked up speed, the wind ruffled her silky blond hair around her head and plastered her blouse against her breasts. “Once I checked in with the receptionist, she led me to a large private office, where a man named Antonio Cardenias introduced himself as one of the company’s partners. He briefly glanced over my application, but he didn’tseem interested in my references or past employment record, which excluded any mention of The Daily Grind.”
    Steve’s grip tightened on the steering wheel as he imagined the kind of credentials Antonio might require in potential female employees whose main talent would be based in sexual experience. “What
was
he interested in?”
    “The sound of my voice, since that would attract and keep a client on the phone.” She smoothed her hair away from her face and shrugged. “He said I had a soft, sexy voice that would turn men on.”
    “You do,” he said gruffly, knowing how that husky voice of hers could turn a man inside out with wanting. Rolling up the windows, he turned on the air-conditioning, needing a blast of cool air on his heated skin.
    “What else?” he prompted.
    “He wanted to know if I had any fantasies or fetishes that I refused to discuss with a caller, or any sexual situations I considered off limits.”
    “Do you?” he asked, curious to know what her personal boundaries were when it came to sex.
    “I told him I wouldn’t take calls requesting anything to do with pain and torture, bestiality, rape, or incest.” She visibly shuddered at the same time he winced in reciprocal disgust. “Antonio said that was fine, that they had other operators who handled those kinds of requests—enjoyed them, even.”
    “Well, I’m right there with you, sweetheart.” Stretching his arm across the back of her seat, he curved his fingers along the nape of her neck. “I don’t get off on any of those perverse fixations, either.”
    “That’s good to know.” She smiled indulgently. “Other than those lewd fetishes, I think I can handle just about anything, or fake my way through it.”
    He glanced from the road to narrow his gaze at her,then realized she couldn’t see his expression hidden behind his sunglasses. “Don’t expect to fake
anything
with me.”
    She rolled her eyes, somehow containing the laughter he saw glimmering in the green depths. “That’s such a man statement.”
    He traced the soft skin of her throat with his thumb and felt her shiver, watched as her nipples puckered tight against her blouse. “What do you expect,” he drawled good-naturedly. “I
am
a man.”
    She arched a blond brow his way, seemingly trying to maintain her composure even while her body’s arousing response to his