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fabulous, funny and charming. He took me to a wonderful event, we had interesting food…I mean, what more could a woman ask for?” she said, and watched a bird fly past the window right over his shoulder .  “Is there anything else you need to know ?” she asked crisply, determined to ignore any overtures from him while he was in this kind of a mood.  “Maybe the color of his hair or his eyes?  I’m sure both of those little pieces of information are relevant to the day’s meetings, aren’t they?” 
     
    Max didn’t say anything for a long moment as he continued to watch her angry eyes .  When he finally did speak, it was to snap orders at her about the project that was in proposal right now.  It was a pet project of his and she took detailed notes.  But just as she suspected, he didn’t even touch the report she’d just placed on his desk .
     
    When he finished, she stood up and walked out, still not looking at him.  “I’ll get these notes typed up and delegated immediately,” she said crisply and walked out of his office.
     
    Max cursed under his breath and wished he could call her back and talk to her .  He’d hurt her feelings but knew he couldn’t fix it at the moment .  He’d spent an awful night wondering what she was doing and if the man she was with was touching her, kissing her.  The thought drove him crazy. 
     
    And what the hell was she wearing today ?  He suddenly noticed her pass in front of his office door as she pulled something down off of one of the shelves in the outer office.  She ’d never worn clothes that tight before in the office .  Her suits were always crisp, neat and tailored without a hint of femininity , but this suit had a short skirt that ended well above her knees and pulled across her very nice derriere he noted.  The jacket was also snug but not ill-fitting .  It gave him a nice view of her luscious breast as it pulled across her chest. 
     
    He’d seen the high heeled shoes before but paired with the short skirt, they made her look sexier, more feminine.  Max couldn’t help staring at her as she walked, enjoying the view despite his anger over last night.
     
    Very nice, he thought to himself.  His body thought so as well.  It was already reacting to his thoughts, and it was becoming painful as he watched her bend down and file something in a filing cabinet that was n’t in his line of vision through the doorway.   But her legs were.  And his eyes feasted on the vision as if he’d been starving for years.   
     
    Max shifted in his seat and pushed those thoughts out of his mind.  He’d messed up this morning, demanding information he had no right to ask.  But dammit, he wanted her!   She preferred going out with a complete stranger to dating him?  He wasn’t vain but that just didn’t make any sense.  What was it other women saw in him that she didn’t?
     
    She just wasn’t interested, Max told himself.  He needed to be magnanimous about this issue.  If she would be happy with someone else, he should just let it go and hope she fell in love and found happiness .
     
    Max buried himself in work for the next hour, plowing through the administrative needs that came with running a country.  He’d been taking on more and more of these kinds of issues as his father moved into retirement, if that’s what one could call a king. 
     
    He was congratulating himself on his concentration when he saw her bend over and file something else.  Tossing down his pencil, he gave up and considered his position.  He could either apologize for his behavior this morning or just ignore the woman completely.  Apologizing wasn’t something he did very often but ignoring her was out of the question, especially if she was going to keep filing whatever she was filing, allowing him an enticing view of her long, sexy legs. 
     
    The latter just wasn’t a possibility so he’d have to apologize.  Walking out to her office, he stood in his doorway