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touched any single part of her body right now, she would climax. She
just knew it.
    “I…I could get into trouble for this,” Shana said, looking around the
steam room sheepishly toward the door. For the first time she realized that
they could have been interrupted. What if one of the other employees had
decided to use the off-limits steam room just as she had? What if Justin
himself had walked in? She would have been humiliated.
    “Really? How’s that?”
    “I, er, work here. This…this is very embarrassing,” she stumbled. “I’ve
never done anything like this before.”
    “You what?” Justin felt his blood chill.
    “I work here,” she said touching her finger to her lips. “But I won’t tell
if you won’t.”
    Justin swallowed. “In what position?” he asked.
    “Director of Operations,” Shana said proudly. Then she looked at the
startled expression on Mr. Gorgeous’ face. To reassure him she said, “Look,
“I absolutely promise I won’t say anything to anyone.”
    He just stared at her with a hard, but stricken look.
    Shana felt the room go cold. The slacking steam down her breasts
and back felt like frigid winter rain. Then it hit her. “You’re…not a guest
here.”
    He shook his head.
    “Who are you?”
    “Justin Yates.”
    Shana gaped at him and her eyes bowled wide open. She felt like she
was facing the mongrel hoard. Justin Yates. She forced her mind to register
all pertinent data. This was the playboy who used women as if they were
entertainment. From the staff she’d learned that he had always had streams
of women that he saw once and discarded them. The former Director of
Operations, Felicity Cummings, had kept a log of Justin’s women. Shana
had actually seen the log when she’d taken the job over from Felicity. It had
names, dates and lengths of stays in the penthouse. He was the womanizer
of all womanizers.
    And he was her boss.
    Worst of all, he had lied to her. He’d pretended to be someone he was
not. He was the very worst of his own wretched reputation. All the things
she’d heard about Justin had to be true.
    Shana felt as if the earth had opened up and sucked her into its core. Her
entire life was over. She’d just sabotaged her hard-won and hard-fought for
career all for a kiss.
    She could never work for him now. She had embarrassed herself and
now she was just another one of his many female conquests. She had only
one course of action.
    “You’ll have my resignation in the morning.”
    Justin was stunned. He’d just wanted to have a bit of fun. His emotions
had spiked to the ceiling only moments ago with their torrid kiss, but now,
he felt as if he were crawling under the tile floor, he was so low.
    “You can’t quit,” he said firmly.
    Shana bolted to her feet nearly losing her towel once again. “You lied
to me!”
    “I didn’t lie.”
    “Yes, you did. You said you were Justin’s friend.”
    “No, I said we were close.”
    “Same thing, bastard!” She shook her fist at him, wanting, willing it to
land on his powerful chest, but for some reason her hand would not obey
and it just hung there, riveted in mid-space.
    “Miss Jackson!” he shouted hoping to calm her down. “Let’s discuss
this.”
    “What? Talk? I told you, I quit!” Shana shouted back with exactly the
same resonance to her voice that he had displayed.
    She spun on her heel and trounced out of the steam room and just as she
swung the door open, her towel dropped again.
    Justin got a clear view of the most luscious backside he’d ever seen and
groaned.
    Shana whipped the towel over her arm, turned toward him and let him
see a full frontal view. Her smirk seared through the steam and mist, challenging
him. Her green eyes were like jade on fire. “I’ll hand in my resignation
tomorrow at our meeting. And don’t forget, it’s at nine o’clock sharp!”
    She walked away and the steam room door closed.
    Justin stood amidst the whorls of steam, raked