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was
concerned.
    She finally slipped out around noon, unable
to cancel her meeting with Ella at Delacourte to complete the planning for the
annual Christmas party. She slipped in without incident. Getting out wasn’t as
easy.
    “When are you going to stop running from
me, Marey?”
    Damn.
    Caught in the empty outer office where
James’ secretary should have been standing guard, but was absent instead.
    “I’m not running from you,” she denied the
charge calmly, despite the fact that she knew she was running. Every chance she
could get for now on. “I was heading home. I’m finished for the day, Sax.”
    He stood in front of her, too close, but
she refused to retreat. She had run from her ex-husband for years—that was
humiliating enough. She wasn’t going to back down from another man. Especially
one she knew as well as she knew Sax. One that could make her senses sing with
pleasure. Her body rock in orgasm. Her mind dissolve with no more than a touch.
God, she was hopeless.
    He towered over her, tall and broad, his
shaved head gleaming in the light above them. Teak dark flesh was emphasized by
the charcoal gray of his suit and his dark, chocolate eyes. Eyes that warmed as
he watched her, just as his smile did.
    How was she supposed to fight him and
herself?
    “I’m getting tired of waiting on you,
Marey.” Sax didn’t beat around the bush. “You’re tempting me into that little
kidnap fantasy we discussed before. You might think hiding from me is achieving
whatever objective you’ve set, but I can assure you, baby, the day is going to
come that I’m not going to let you run any longer after yesterday.”
    She felt the flush that suddenly washed
over her face.
    “You really need to forget about that,” she
muttered, crossing her arms over her breasts as he braced his arm against the
doorway, leaning against it casually.
    He was about as completely yummy as a man
could get. Yummy enough that her mouth watered with the thought of tasting him,
her hands itched to touch him. And she knew every muscle under that skillfully
tailored jacket was as hard and tight as that bulge behind the zipper of his slacks.
A bulge well capable of satisfying a woman in any and every way.
    She risked a quick glance down. Oh, hell
yes, definitely yummy.
    “You can touch if you want.” He was openly
laughing at her as her gaze flew back to his. “After yesterday, there’s really
no sense in being shy, honey.”
    Marey cleared her throat, not so much
embarrassed and never shy, as she was aware of the tightrope she was walking.
Fighting herself was hard enough. She didn’t know if she could fight him as
well.
    Not considering the years of dreams and the
silly emotional attachment she had developed to him after her divorce. Why she
was running now made no sense to her, and she doubted it would make any sense
to anyone else.
    “That’s all right,” she finally replied
calmly, refusing the invitation to touch him. “I do need to leave though, if
you don’t mind.”
    “Leave with me.”
    The offer left her stunned. Her eyes
widened, her breath stuttering in her chest as he stared back at her somberly,
intently. It was tempting. So very, very tempting.
    “That’s not a good idea, Sax,” she finally
whispered. “You know it’s not.”
    “You can’t keep running,” he finally
sighed. “And I’ll be damned if I’m going to keep chasing after you. How long
are you going to let Vince run your life like this?”
    She glanced away from him, turning back as
he straightened from the doorway and came closer. She stepped back, then
stopped. She wasn’t going to run from him. But God, how could she handle…
    Her swift indrawn breath was fully audible
as his hand lifted, smoothing down the silk covering her arm. The caress had
her nerves tingling, but when his hand gripped hers where it rested on her
other arm, she shuddered in response. The back of his hand brushed her hard
nipple, sending shards of awareness whipping through