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been clear about her limited role in his life. Her boss had no time for romantic relationships. She set the tray on the table and picked up the dainty white teacup and saucer.
    “Starr,” Baagh repeated slowly, elongating the single syllable, rolling the r’s. “That’s a name worthy of a goddess.”
    “I’m no goddess, Mr. Baagh, sir.” Starr’s face heated. She placed the teacup and saucer before the flirtatious young executive.
    “Call me Nikhil, please.” His long fingers brushed over her hand, his skin warm, spices wafting from his suit-clad body. Starr stiffened, fighting the urge to jump back, his touch wrong, so very wrong.
    A rumble rolled through the room. Royce glared at Baagh, his face dark with open hostility. Royce’s two brothers, seated beside him, grinned, their eyes sparkling as though they were watching an extremely entertaining show.
    “It’s rare to find a female with an appreciation for fine tea.” Baagh ignored Royce entirely. He raised the cup and casually sipped at the beverage she had cashed in favors to procure, his assistant having graciously shared his preferences with her.
    “At Leone Media, we care about our clients’ desires,” Starr murmured, hoping that was the right thing to say. Royce’s mood this morning was extremely volatile, his reaction to Baagh’s touching bordering on possessive.
    Which is insane . She glanced at her boss. As I’m merely his assistant .
    “You do seem to know my desires, a bit too well.” Baagh’s catlike eyes, similar to Royce’s yet colder and wilder, gleamed. “It was fortunate timing, your hiring aligning with this meeting.”
    “She was qualified.” Royce once again answered for her.
    “Very.” Baagh winked at Starr and inclined his head slightly toward Royce. What is he up to ? She stepped back from the table, away from Baagh, not wishing to be a part of whatever the rising tech star had planned. Baagh reached out as though to grab her.
    Royce thudded his empty coffee mug against the mahogany tabletop.
    Starr picked up the coffeepot and rushed to her boss’s side, grateful to have an excuse to be near him, his proximity comforting, his touch welcome. She filled the mug, her boss, her lover, preferring his coffee black.
    “Yes, you certainly are qualified, Miss Starr.” Baagh’s lips curved around the rim of his cup. “I’d steal you away from Leone Media, but I don’t believe in mixing business with pleasure.”
    “And this is business.” Royce leaned forward in his chair, golden hair covering his big hands, his lion dangerously close to the surface.
    “For Royce, you’re merely business, goddess.” Baagh shrugged.
    Starr dropped her gaze, having no response. Is that true? Am I merely business? A convenient fuck ? Her head said “yes,” her heart screamed “no.”
    “For me, you could be so much more.” Baagh’s outrageous flirting soothed her battered confidence.
    “She’s mine, tiger,” Royce growled and Starr stared at him, her boss acting more like an animal than a man, his surly tone jeopardizing the account his pride needed so badly.
    Why would he do that? Unless … Her heart leaped. He cares for me. He cares for me more than he cares about business, more than he cares about the pride .
    “Mine,” Royce repeated, claws extending from his fingertips. Her boss was ready to fight his client… for her.
    That can’t happen. He needs this account . Starr grazed her fingers over the back of Royce’s neck, under his lengthening hair, seeking to distract him as only a lover could.
    He pushed back against her, rubbing his head on her stomach, her normally professional boss’s public touching surprising, arousing, exciting. She rested her hands on his broad shoulders, his muscles rippling under too many layers of clothing.
    “Are you his, Starr?” Baagh toyed with his teacup, batting it back and forth between his hands.
    Yes, I’m his . Starr couldn’t share that truth, Royce not yet ready to hear it. He