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penthouse were housed in but several others dotted throughout the skyline as well.
    The glass-and-steel scene was even more magnificent after dark. He groaned, remembering the previous night’s darkness, and braced one hand against the warm glass. The vista in front of him had barely registered in the wee hours of the morning. Instead, it had been Vega. Her lithe body and curvy hips, eyes tilted up just the tiniest fraction at the corners, and dark hair, down and flowing around her bare shoulders. She’d filled both his fantasies and his dreams.
    This morning she’d also haunted his shower, and now here she was, smack-dab in the middle of his business day too. He had to get her out of his head. Lifting the hand still clutching his phone, he searched his contacts for the number she’d shared. As he hit the option to send a text message, he chastised himself for his actions, though he didn’t stop them. He was behaving like an uncontrolled teen drooling over the first girl to give him the time of day.
    7:00, right? You got directions from Cat?
    He hit Send and stared at the device as he waited. Texting a woman simply because he couldn’t wait to see her—to get his hands on her—was not normal operating procedure. He preferred to have more control over his urges. He scowled in disgust, the frown disappearing the instant the phone vibrated to signal her return message.
    Yes, thank you. I’ll be on time. Thanks again for the opportunity to discuss.
    All business? That’s the way she thought she could play this?
    Irritation flared, making the custom-tailored jacket suddenly seem tight. She was coming over knowing full well he would have her in his bed before the night was over. All business wouldn’t cut it. He used his thumbs to punch in a quick reply.
    Wear a skirt.
    The thought of Vega’s long legs, bare in a short skirt, stroked heat through his body. He slipped a finger under the edge of his Armani shirt and ran it around the collar. He still had no intention of allowing her into his personal life with a damn video camera, but he’d been unable to walk away without making sure he saw her again. The fact that he’d promised to reconsider when he had no real intention of doing so sat heavy in his gut, but he consoled himself with the knowledge that she was as aware as he the reason for the invite.
    How he’d get his hands on her at Cat’s dining room table, especially with Cat’s two children present, he had no idea. But he was excellent at thinking on his feet.
    His phone and intercom both buzzed at the same time. Glancing down at the phone, he moved to the desk. “Yes?”
    “Mr. Davenport, Lexi Doguard is here, insisting on seeing you.” Beverly’s clipped tone was unmistakable. She didn’t care for the woman.
    Neither did he.
    He, at least, knew why.
    Lexi Doguard was a roadblock that needed to be taken care of. Only, she was either a very good con artist or she held the card capable of ruining both his political career and his family’s name. Not to mention what it would do to his mother.
    He glanced down at the waiting text message and temporarily pushed thoughts of Lexi and his mother to the side. Right now he had an exciting, beautiful woman on the other end of a text.
    Will it help me win the interview?
    He loosened his tie.
    Couldn’t hurt.
    “Mr. Davenport?”
    JP jerked back to the intercom. He hadn’t answered Beverly. “Give me a couple minutes, then show her in.”
    He pulled his jacket off and settled into his chair, the hand holding his phone poised in front of him as he waited. His breath released the instant the device buzzed.
    I’ll wear one if you’ll answer a question of mine.
    Ask.
    Why did you text me? You know I got directions. You were standing right there.
    His gut seized. Vega was calling him out. Refusing to let him pretend he wasn’t desperate to see her. Brazen.
    He liked it.
    Because I haven’t stopped thinking about you for a second. Make it a short skirt.
    The door