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Chance knew she planned to make his life hell—she succeeded on a daily basis, really, but he’d made up his mind to return the favor. He just had to figure out interesting ways of going about that.
    She’d been up for the News Director position, but all that had changed once she’d given him attitude at that first meeting. He’d only wanted to knock her down a peg before moving her into her rightful position. To his surprise, her sass had only worsened.
    Yeah, she’d have to deal with him a bit longer and lose the nastiness, if she wanted her precious promotion. Something told Chance the second part of that would be the most difficult.
    He closed his eyes. It had been another late night—and his sleep had been anything but restful. He’d had some very intense dreams starring none other than the Grumpy One herself. Oh, the things he did to her in those dreams...and her to him.
    Chance bit back a groan as his cock stirred at the mere thought of her naked, sweaty body writhing beneath him. She thought she was so tough. He knew he could have her screaming his name in no time at all. Then again, Stephanie Love was no dainty, little princess.
    Shit, she would probably have him screaming. The thought was almost frightening. Nobody had ever come close to unnerving him before.
    He hated to confess that he rather liked the fact that she was so difficult and unaccommodating. He had to admit—he wasn’t used to that. Instead of sitting around daydreaming about his unwanted rival, however, it was time to become active. Making her get coffee, and answer phones was fun, but trivial. It was time to turn up the heat.
    Sighing, he opened his eyes. Too bad there would be none of the sexual, breathtaking type of heat. Taking his feet off the desk, he rubbed a hand over his face. No time for fantasies. Love had started this little war.
    He’d finish it.

Chapter 5
    After retreating to her now even smaller office to try to calm down, Stephanie eventually made it to the large break room to fetch coffee like some 1950s cliché. “That son of a bitch,” she muttered as she made her way inside just as Amber exited.
    “Bad day?” she called back.
    “Every day is bad now that I work for the chauvinist man-whore.” Stephanie marched over to stand in front of the coffeemaker. The bastard had gotten a big kick out of getting her hopes up about going to the meeting, only to laugh at her once she had. She hated him. It was official.
    It was disgusting how he’d been blatantly flirting with Carly. Had they actually been trading sexual innuendos under the guise of discussing something work-related? Yeah, Stephanie doubted that was listed under any standard operating procedures she had ever seen in KMLP’s employee handbook. Nasty.
    Of course, none of this was surprising. Nasty, but not surprising. She’d known forever what kind of woman Carly was and, well, Chance was just as bad. Put two hoes together, you dig up a whole lotta dirt.
    She felt more than a little disgust at herself, too. Every time the schmuck called her “Love”, she experienced a small tingle down her spine. And when he aimed that intense more-gray-than-blue gaze her way, it was even worse.
    As he’d stared at her earlier, he’d probably been fantasizing about various ways to kill her, but it didn’t matter. The pang of longing that had filled her was undeniable.
    Hopefully she’d managed to look completely unfazed, but her damn pulse had gone from sixty to one hundred in less than a second. Thoughts of a naked Chance Valentine looming over her had leapt to her brain. As horrible as he was as a person, she’d bet her life savings that the man knew what he was doing in the bedroom department. And as much as she hated herself for it, she couldn’t stop picturing his big, thick—
    “Great timing,” Carly said, coming to stand next to her. “Don’t think you’re going to stand in my way of getting a shot at the position your little pal stole from me,