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Charlie even questioned whether she had really come down here. The hallway was empty. Silent. Where would she have gone?
    He glanced over his shoulder, debating leaving. But instead he wandered farther down the hallway, realizing a freight elevator was at the very end. Maybe she’d taken the elevator for some reason. But whatever her reason, she was gone now.
    He turned around, heading back to the offices, when he heard a noise. A noise somewhere between a moan and a whimper. He paused. The hallway had fallen silent again. So silent he wondered if he’d just imagined the odd noise. He waited a moment longer, then decided he must have.
    Great, first his eyesight. Now his hearing.
    He took one step, and heard the noise again. This time closer. He looked around, realizing whatever the strange noise was, it was emanating from the gray door marked with a sign, George Ramirez, head janitor.
    Charlie moved over to the door, leaning forward to listen. Inside, he heard something that sounded almost like . . . crinkling plastic? Then that desperate whimpering moan.
    Without further thought, he grabbed the knob and shoved the door open. He gaped as he discovered exactly where Ava Wells was.
    She sat on the bare concrete floor, her already short skirt hiked even higher to reveal more of her beautiful, supple thighs. Scattered all around her was the evidence of her pleasure, and on her fingers were smears of something white and creamy.
    Neither spoke; they just stared at each other.

Chapter Four
    A va stared at the man standing inside the doorway, his hand still on the knob, his hazel eyes wide with . . . well, it had to be disgust, right?
    She looked down at her sprawled, unladylike pose, the sticky white cream on her fingers. What else could he think?
    She straightened up, tugging at her tiny Marc Jacobs skirt with her clean hand, wishing the silk had more give. As she moved, wrappers fell to the floor around her, the clear cellophane splotched with more thick cream.
    Oh God. Her cheeks burned with shame. What she’d been doing was revolting, mortifying, wicked in the most hedonistic way. This man had to be appalled.
    She looked up from the evidence of vice, expecting him to make a face of utter aversion and leave her there, sitting amid her sticky mess and mortification.
    But instead his eyes flicked from her flushed face to the hand coated in her guilty pleasure.
    He surprised her further by stepping fully into the room, and releasing the knob. The door slammed closed behind him.
    He regarded her a moment longer, then came over to crouch next to her. His gaze left her to focus on the box next to her left knee.
    “May I?” he asked, his voice, rich and deep, not quite matching his boyish good looks.
    She nodded, unable to speak. She still couldn’t believe she’d been caught, caught right in the middle of the act. And instead of leaving in disgust, he was going to join her.
    He reached into the box, pulling out one of her favorite indulgences. The plastic crackled under his touch as he opened the package.
    She watched in dazed confusion as he remained sitting on his heels and took a bite.
    “Devil Dogs are my favorite too,” he said after swallowing the bite of snack cake. He smiled with obvious enjoyment, the curve of his mouth lopsided, appealing like an adorably naughty boy sneaking a forbidden treat.
    Sneaking a forbidden treat. That was what she’d been doing, but she was pretty sure she didn’t look adorable. She looked . . . well, pathetic.
    She glanced down at the last bite of cake held forgotten in her hand. She stared at the chocolate and cream for a moment, trying to think of something to say. This wasn’t how she wanted this cute guy, with the kind eyes to see her, hiding in a janitor’s closet scarfing down snack cakes. The stereotype of a binge-eating supermodel.
    Of course she wasn’t really a supermodel. But she certainly couldn’t tell him that.
    “Pretty tough day, huh?”
    Ava met his gaze, surprised