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in mine, bread scraps are sometimes all you get.”
    “We either make our own realities, Lily, or we accept the realities others impose upon us. You’ve got way too much going for you to accept a reality that includes Klaus as a part of it.”
    Ooooh, Mr. Philosophy, I thought, annoyed. Mr. Mommy and Daddy Paid For My Education at Harvard and Gave Me My Million-Dollar Business Contacts.
    As though he could read my thoughts, he stopped on a dime, caught my arm, spun me gently to face him, and stared into my eyes.
    It took me a couple seconds to hear his first few words, because that hand on my arm was making my legs go weak.
    “Did I have a lot of advantages growing up? Yes I did. I’m a very lucky guy, and I recognize that. But part of my upbringing was that I learned my strengths, and I learned what I was worth, and I never let anybody tell me differently. When I look at you, Lily, I see a beautiful – ”
    I almost collapsed.
    Did he just call me beautiful?!
    “ – woman who is poised, very intelligent, in control of herself, doesn’t take any crap – oh, wait, skip that last part,” he said, as though making a mental note. Then he started walking again. “Is it this way?”
    What a JACKASS! I seethed inwardly as I ran to catch up.
    “You know, you talk a big game for a guy who’s here to look at somebody else’s business files on a Friday night after closing hours.”
    “Uh oh, did I touch a nerve?” he laughed.
    God, he could be so infuriating!
    “Why are you here, exactly?”
    He put his hands in his pockets, looked around the empty cubicles, and shrugged. “Oh, I don’t know… thinking about buying the company.”
    I snorted. “Right.”
    He gave a little eh, who knows look. “Maybe one day. Once I save up my pennies.”
    “So you can have a whole company to kiss your ass, huh?”
    Oh man, as soon as I said it, I wish I could have taken it back.
    But he just roared with laughter.
    “I don’t know about other people kissing my ass, but…”
    Here he cast a sly look down at my backside.
    “…I wouldn’t mind kissing somebody else’s.”
    Again – beet red. Fwoosh! All the blood went to my face.
    But this time I stopped dead in my tracks.
    “Hey,” I snapped.
    He turned around with that surprised look again. “What?”
    “You know that’s highly inappropriate, right?” I said, crossing my arms.
    I thought he was going to come back with something even more risqué, but he surprised me by putting out his hands in a conciliatory gesture.
    “Sorry,” he said, his tone sincere. “I apologize. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. You’re just… sorry. I won’t do it again.”
    “‘You’re just’ what?” I asked.
    I wasn’t mildly curious about what he had been going to say next – I was dying to know.
    “Well, you’re – ” He stopped and shook his head. “Never mind.”
    “‘You’re just’ what?” I demanded.
    He smiled, but it wasn’t his normal I’m going to do whatever I want and I’m going to have fun doing it grin. It was more sincere… and almost vulnerable. “I find you very attractive.”
    My heart skipped a beat as he kept on talking.
    “I’m used to being a little more… aggressive , and I forgot the setting and my manners. I’m sorry.” He went back to kidding around, and held up both arms like Don’t shoot! “I’ll stop, just don’t file a sexual harassment lawsuit, okay?”
    I stood there, arms still crossed, and pondered my dilemma.
    On the one hand, his behavior was totally inappropriate for the workplace.
    On the other hand, sexual harassment is, by definition, unwanted sexual advances.
    And I soooo wanted them.
    I’d basically snapped at him because… well… he annoyed me, he flustered me, he got under my skin, and I wanted to hit back. I’m not the most sexual person in the world – at least, I don’t go around making sexual jokes with strangers – and I had no ammo I could fire back at him after the ‘ass kissing’ bit. So