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and kissed him back with passion.
    He couldn’t wait to see what would happen this morning. Of course he probably shouldn’t be entertaining lustful thoughts about the accountant investigating their books for the BIA. On the other hand he knew she wouldn’t find anything wrong, so what did it really matter? No one would ever know but the two of them.
    He knocked on the door. “It’s John.”
    He heard some rustling, and cracked his knuckles while waiting. The door opened a crack and a pair of bright hazel eyes peered out at him.
    “Good morning.” A smile spread across his mouth. Chemistry crackled in the air again. Which was odd, really, because by any objective standards he wouldn’t have thought they’d be a match. Maybe it was that opposites-attract thing.
    And she was pretty.
    “Um, hello.” The door didn’t open any farther.
    “Can I come in?”
    “I don’t think that’s a good idea.” He saw her purse her pretty pink lips.
    “I promise I won’t try anything,” he whispered. “In fact I’m not sure what happened last night, and if an apology is in order then I offer one.” Not that he was sorry.
    The door still didn’t budge. Now she was biting that sensual lower lip. Which had an unfortunate effect on his libido.
    “I called the dealership about your car. They’re going to program a new key and bring it over here before noon.”
    “That’s great. Thanks.”
    “Don’t you want to come up to the office and look through the books?”
    She blinked rapidly. “Yes. Yes, I do.”
    “All right then. I won’t come in. You come out instead.”
    The door closed for a moment and he heard some rattling, then she appeared again, carrying her bag. “I just had to get my laptop.” She opened the door and stepped out into the hallway, looking self-conscious—and very lovely—in the blue dress he’d found for her. He wasn’t sure whether to compliment her or not, and decided not to. He didn’t want to make her feel any more uncomfortable.
    Her hair was fastened back up into a tight bun that showed off her pretty neck. As usual she wore no makeup, and the freshness of her clear skin was heightened this morning by an endearing flush of pink on her cheeks.
    “I hope you managed to get some sleep after all the excitement of last night.”
    Her pace quickened as she headed down the hall toward the elevator. He’d meant the fire, but he realized she’d thought he meant the kiss. The memory of it flashed through his brain, firing all kinds of inappropriate impulses.
    “I slept fine, thank you.” Her words were clipped and terse. “I’d like to look at the receipts from your first two years of operation this morning.”
    “Of course.” The temptation to touch her was overwhelming. Normally he’d probably have done it without even realizing, but everything about her energy warned him to back off. “Have you had breakfast?”
    “Perhaps I could grab a roll or something from the dining room before I head up to your office.”
    “No need. I’ll have some food brought up.” He reached for his phone. “Tea or coffee?”
    “Neither, thanks. A glass of water would be fine.”
    He sneaked a glance at her as she pressed the elevator button. Shoulders tense and bag clutched in her hand, she looked as if she might explode. She probably didn’t want to risk ingesting stimulants. He could think of a few ways to help her relax, but none of them was appropriate in the circumstances.
    Maybe later, though.
    As they got on the elevator, he told one of the new kids who was interning for the summer to bring some eggs and toast and fruit up to the office. And a roll. And some juice and water. But even as he concentrated on ordering the food, he noticed how the enclosed space of the elevator felt strangely tight this morning, the atmosphere abuzz with...something.
    He followed her off the elevator, admiring the way she carried herself as she walked across the floor to his office. Then she stopped and frowned