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ruined me.”
    “No, it’s just ruined you for all other men ,” Yancy quipped.
    I groaned, sat up, grabbed Yancy’s latte, and drained it.
    “Hey!”
    I glared at her. “Zip it! I’ll buy you another one.”
    I got up and marched away from the table, the laughter of my four closest friends drifting after me.

    It was after five, I was still in the office and I was ready to kill Chris. The simple paperwork he had given me was a complete and utter disaster. I wondered who’d put the project together for him and why he even bothered with it. It was obvious that the business that hired him to consult was disorganized and would likely go under within the year if it was half as chaotic as the paperwork suggested.
    I spent the entire afternoon just trying to put the notes, financial reports, and potential business plans in order. I cursed Chris the entire time. No wonder he didn’t hesitate to tell me to go home once the paperwork was done. He knew I’d be at work all day.
    I had just finished going through the last file folder in the box when I heard the door to Chris’ office open. I was on my hands and knees in the middle of the floor, surrounded by stacks of paper, file folders, and paperclips. I glanced over my shoulder to see Chris standing in the doorway, eyes riveted on my upturned ass.
    Feeling my face heat, I snapped, “Did you realize how disorganized this paperwork was? Is that why you told me I could go home after it was done?”
    I sat back on my calves, still looking at him over my shoulder. Chris gave me and my piles a wide berth as he walked from the door to his desk.
    “Honestly, I had no idea. I’m doing this as a favor to a friend.”
    My eyebrows rose. “Really?”
    He nodded, staring at the neatly organized stacks of paper on the floor. “Was it that bad?”
    I gave him a level stare that said it all.
    Chris rubbed the back of his neck, looking chagrined. “Sorry about that. He’s got such an organized mind, I sort of assumed the rest of his business would be the same.”
    I didn’t respond, focusing on slipping folders back into the file box that had contained the mess before I got a hold of it. I kept my eyes down on the box, alphabetizing everything as I went. A few seconds later, a hand holding a folder appeared in front of my face.
    I glanced up, taking the file. “Thanks.”
    Chris studied me closely. “You look tired.”
    I sighed. “I am.” My stomach chose that moment to growl.
    “And you sound hungry,” he said, smiling slightly.
    I ignored his smirk, put the last file in the box, and set the lid on top of it. Before I could grab the box, Chris lifted it and set it on his desk.
    “I haven’t had dinner yet either. Let’s go grab something,” he said.
    I eyed his arms surreptitiously, surprised at the easy way he hauled the box. It weighed a ton and I’d barely been able to pick it up earlier. I couldn’t help wondering what sort of body my boss was hiding under his designer suits. I’d always thought he was probably average build but soft from sitting behind a desk all day. Now, I found myself curious as to how strong he really was.
    When I realized the turn my thoughts had taken, I shook my head. Jesus, I’d been listening to my girlfriends for too long.
    “Thanks, Chris, but I’d rather get home.”
    “I insist.”
    I frowned at him. What the hell was his problem?
    “No, I’ll eat at home.” In my pajamas.
    “Stop arguing with me and get your coat. It’s the least I can do since you stayed so late to finish this.”
    I was no longer frowning at him, but actually scowling as I stepped into my office and shrugged into my black military jacket. I figured once we reached the lobby downstairs I would politely tell him no thanks one last time. Though we had been out to dinner several times while conducting business, this felt different. I didn’t want to examine why. I could almost hear Tanya calling me Cleopatra again.
    After I grabbed my bag, Chris locked up the