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masochist. Funny she’d never realized that before today.
    â€œYou don’t have to worry about me coming on to you,” he said. “You’re not my type.”
    â€œAnd what type is that?” she couldn’t help but ask.
    â€œCold and heartless. And my name is Marcus.”
    â€œAre you calling me cold and heartless or is that the kind of woman you like to date?”
    â€œYou.”
    Oh, how her blood boiled, white hot, consuming. She was not cold and she was not heartless. But the insult hit home and hit deep because sometimes—just sometimes—she was afraid that she was becoming both of those things. After all, she helped ruin people’s lives and she wasn’t sorry. “Why the hell are you so malicious toward me? If you don’t know what malicious means, I’d be glad to borrow your Happy the sock puppet and explain it to you.”
    â€œYou’re a woman, Dimples.” He stared over at her, a half smile, half sneer curling his delectable mouth. “That’s all it takes to bloody piss me off.”
    She blinked. “You don’t like me because I’m a woman?” Maybe he really was gay.
    â€œNo, I like you just fine. Parts of you, anyway.” His gaze slid over her body in a leering once-over, lingering on her breasts and between her legs, slowly stripping away her already scanty clothing. Daring her to challenge him. Begging her to do it, actually.
    As if she would ever, ever let that swine see her naked. And knead her breasts. And roll her nipples between his fingers. And lick his way down her body. And—she growled low in her throat.
    â€œ Women are the cheaters and the liars,” he said, “not men. They blithely forget their morals when they think they’re going to get an orgasm. Or a man with more money. Or a man who will stupidly do anything they ask. The list could go on and on.”
    She blinked again as realization slammed into her. Oh, the irony. She laughed, incredulous. Marcus Brody was the male version of her. This savagely beautiful specimen thought women were pigs. Unbelievable. Incomprehensible. Priceless.
    â€œThat wasn’t funny,” he said tightly.
    â€œYes, it was.” Forcing herself to sober, she studied him. “Exactly how long have you worked in this business?”
    He pressed his lips together in a mutinous line. Apparently sharing personal information wasn’t part of their hate/hate relationship.
    â€œWell?” she pressed.
    â€œEight years,” he finally responded. He glanced at his wristwatch. “And now this conversation is over. I have the information I need on the target. You may go.”
    â€œI may go?” She gasped. “I may go?”
    â€œYes. Is there an echo in the room?”
    Had she mentioned that she hated this man?
    â€œI’ll meet you at the club in three and a half hours,” he said. He pushed his big, hard body out of his seat and strode around Anne’s desk. He plopped into Anne’s chair.
    Shocked at his daring, Jillian shook her head. “What do you think you’re doing?”
    He gazed down at the papers. “Not that it’s any of your business, but Anne told me to make myself at home.”
    â€œI can guarantee she didn’t mean at her desk.”
    He leaned back and stretched out his legs, anchoring his ankles on the surface. He met her gaze. “Were you here? Did you hear the conversation?”
    â€œNo,” she gritted out.
    â€œSo you don’t know what she meant, do you?”
    Smug bastard. More than puzzles, more than this man, she hated being bested. She wanted Marcus out of this office so she could go through Anne’s desk. She wanted to read his employee file, like he’d read hers. And what the hell had Anne put in her file to make Jillian seem of questionable morals?
    â€œWell?” he prompted. “How long do you plan to sit there?”
    Fine, she decided in the next