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Something about this woman compelled him, made him want to dig and find out all her secrets, her stories, what made her tick. He also wanted to back her up against a wall and have his way with her, but at least that part made sense to him. The rest didn’t. He was drawn to her like a magnet, and while his brain didn’t understand it, his body was painfully aware of it. “What’s your day job?”
    â€œI’m a secretary at a construction company,” she said evenly.
    He surveyed her face. He didn’t mean to be elitist, honest work was honest work, but something told him instinctively she wasn’t cut out for that—that she was capable of much more. There was another story there. “How long have you worked there?”
    â€œSix years.”
    â€œWhat do you make in salary?”
    Her eyes narrowed and her mouth tightened. “How is that your business?”
    â€œBecause whatever you’re making, I’ll match it, and then some.”
    Her big dark eyes got bigger. “Bullshit.”
    â€œTry me.” His mouth quirked as he took in her surprise. “Tell me what you’re making.”
    â€œWhat if I said a hundred thousand?” she challenged.
    â€œThen I’ll pay you that much and more,” he said without hesitation. He leaned in and said in a firm but quiet voice, “Julia, I really want you to work in my hotel. I’m prepared to do whatever’s necessary to make that happen.”
    Now her mouth did drop open in shock. “Really.”
    â€œReally.”
    â€œAnd do you always get what you want?”
    â€œUm . . . no.” He smiled slowly. “But almost always.”
    She smirked back. “You’ve got big money to throw around to make sure you do, huh?”
    His smile faded only a bit, and his eyes intensified on hers. He leaned in closer to murmur smoothly, “Yes, actually, I do. But it’s usually my dashing looks and dazzling charm that win people over, not my bank account.”
    â€œI’m not like most people,” she said, not dropping the locked gaze. “You’re smooth and you’re handsome, and you’re rich. That’s lovely. And oh yes, you’re charming. You ooze charm.” Pure steel flashed in her eyes. “But big-time charm, to me, usually reeks of insincerity. So, you know, that doesn’t do it for me.”
    â€œI’m getting that.” He edged closer, close enough now to feel the heat radiating from her skin and catch the light scent of her perfume. Musky, with a hint of vanilla. He wanted to bury his face in the curve of her pale neck and inhale her. Skim his mouth along her skin. “But, good news, Julia. Even though I’d be your boss, you don’t have to like me. You just have to like the job.” The air seemed to crackle around them, pure electricity. He took in the gleam in her eyes, the stubborn set of her jaw, her sweet little mouth, her luscious cleavage, and had a flash of ravaging her until that mouth opened to gasp and scream his name. His eyes lingered on hers . . . and he eased back. Stood up straight. “Hey, it’s fine. If you don’t want the job, I’m not gonna—”
    â€œI make forty thousand a year,” she said, and reached for her drink for a hard gulp.
    He grinned softly. “Quit that job, Julia Shay. Sing at my hotel. I want you well rested and focused when you walk into my lounge. I’ll pay you eighty grand a year. Hell, let’s make it an even hundred grand. Why not? I think you’ll be worth it. Deal?”
    She choked on her drink and started to cough.
    He couldn’t help but laugh, even as he patted her back.

Chapter Two
    Julia sputtered, her throat burning a little from where her vodka and cranberry had gone down the wrong pipe. Dane’s big, warm hand on her back was gentle, even as he whacked her to help clear her lungs.
    She didn’t believe in fairy tales, and