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Luke?
    The man himself bounded up next to her. “Good morning, Snow.”
    Flustered by the text message from Gabrielle, Carol was further dismayed by the way her vital signs spiked at the sight of Luke in his charcoal gray suit, white shirt, and lime-green-colored tie. Carol vaguely wondered what kind of outdoor activity kept the man so tan and virile-looking.
    And when she had become so susceptible to his physical endowments.
    â€œIs that an early morning message from your lover?” he asked, peering at her phone.
    She yanked it to her chest. “No.”
    â€œNo message, or no lover?” he teased.
    Carol frowned. “You’re early, Chancellor.”
    He smiled. “That’s because I couldn’t sleep last night thinking about you, Snow.”
    She pursed her mouth. “Don’t you get tired of using that line?”
    His eyes danced. “More specifically, thinking about what you said in the meeting yesterday about your department needing new computers. I might have a solution.”
    She glanced at him sideways as he held open the door for her. “I’m listening.”
    â€œIt’s better if I show you,” he said as they walked to the elevator. When she gave him a suspicious look, he grinned. “Trust me.”
    Carol averted her gaze. She didn’t trust him, or herself. Damn the whole seduction by the book exercise that Gabrielle had proposed. Before the book club, Carol had been content with her sexless life. She’d focused her energy on her career and convinced herself she didn’t need a man. But once the idea of seducing Luke had been planted, the sexy man had hijacked her thoughts and her dreams.
    As a reminder of his disdain for her, she fingered the crumpled icicle card that she’d left in her coat pocket. If he was being nice to her, it was simply because he wanted her to support the idea of paying bonuses when it came up again at the directors’ meeting tomorrow morning.
    Men. Could. Not. Be. Trusted.
    After they walked onto the elevator, he pushed the button for the basement.
    â€œWhere are you taking me?” she asked.
    â€œYou’ll see,” he said with a wink.
    He was so casual, so confident. The man never carried a briefcase or a laptop, she noticed irritably. By comparison, she felt like the B student who took every book home every night next to the straight-A student who never studied.
    The short elevator ride seemed interminably long. Carol looked up, then down, anywhere to avoid looking at Luke…and noticing the way his suit jacket perfectly outlined his broad shoulders.
    â€œSo, did you curl up in bed with a book last night?” he asked.
    Her mouth tightened. “Why are you interested in my bedtime reading material?”
    â€œI’m interested in everything about you, Carol, but you’re not the easiest person to get to know.”
    Her head came up and she looked at him. He sounded almost… sincere . His gaze was intense. “Forget the books you’re reading,” he said quietly. “What’s your story? Why are you so prickly?”
    She bristled—who was he to judge her? “Just because I’m immune to your charms, Chancellor, doesn’t mean there’s something wrong with me.”
    He leaned in close, until she could see the thick fringe of his dark lashes. “I don’t think you’re as immune as you let on, Snow. Your lips say one thing, but the color in your cheeks says something else entirely.”
    â€œYou don’t know what you’re talking about,” Carol said, but her denial sounded thin, even to her ears. Her cheeks flamed. When the elevator doors opened, she practically fell out to escape his company. She willed her pulse to slow, her breasts and thighs to ignore the pheromonesthe man emitted indiscriminately, like Johnny Appleseed.
    â€œThis is where we’re having the party, by the way,” he said as they stepped into a