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Mira.”
    “What I choose to do off the clock is none of your damn business, sir. I’m not one of your skinny broads. Following you around like a deer in headlights isn’t my style.”
    She knew he was not listening because his eyes were on her slinky dress. It was all black and it dipped down in the front and stopped above her knees. It was one of her sexist outfits, since it showed off her fabulous tits and ass. When his eyes continued to explore her body, she threw up her hands in sexual frustration. The man had the uncanny ability of making her feel irritated and turned on at the same damn time.
    Rattled, she clung to her anger. How dare he treat her like that kiss didn’t happen and then get all jealous when a nice, respectable man wanted to dance with her? He was beyond sufferable. Arrogant, rude, bossy…
    She took a deep, calming breath then pushed her way out of the crowd. Before she did anything that she would regret, like forgive and fuck him on the spot, she walked toward the elevators. She had to put as much distance between her and her boss as possible.
    ****
    Cursing profusely, Jeremy followed Mira back to her room, where she slammed the door in his face.
    Glued to the spot, he mumbled, “crazy woman,” and returned to the party, unfulfilled.
    Shit. He was sure she’d said something to him about skinny broads, but how was he expected to pay attention when she was wearing that dress? It was nothing but a ring of black silk and skin. A devilish cloth that accentuated the curve of her lush ass nicely. No wonder his concentration had gone to hell.
    He adjusted his hard-on and headed out of the crowed. A group of women hollered for him to come back, but he kept going. He sat at the bar.
    All day long he’d behaved like a dick, pretending as though last night hadn’t happened. Tonight he wasn’t any better. But he had breaking points. One of which was the sight of her grinding against another man on the dance floor. How did she think he’d react? With an enthusiastic thumbs-up?
    He slurped down a drink and wandered through the halls of the convention center, watching flocks of partygoers whirl by. Some clung to friends, singing loudly. Jeremy sighed. What was it about conferences that made middle-age men act like drunk college kids? As if getting high off of liquor was going to somehow magically transport them back to the good old days?
    Feeling the beginning of a headache, he found a lobby chair away from the bedlam, and thought about Mira. Women had never been so difficult to appease before. They usually were agreeable whenever he flashed them a smile. But Mira was different. She wasn’t going to let him off the hook so easily. Fuck.
    At this rate he’d be sporting a perpetual hard-on for the rest of the conference.
    His cell phone suddenly rang. When he saw who it was, he flipped opened the device and snapped, “What is it?”
    On the other end, Chad laughed loudly. “Did I call at a bad time?”
    “What is it?”
    “Just calling to give you the weekly update.”
    “Has anyone burned down the damn building?” he asked, rapping his knuckles against the chair. The last thing he wanted to talk about was the station. Not when his thoughts were on an entirely different and more pleasurable matter.
    “No.”
    “Then don’t call.”
    A moment of silence passed between them.
    “Just fuck her if you’re that hard-up.”
    “Shit.” It didn’t surprise him that Chad had somehow found out about Mira. His friend was a gossip-hound.
    “She wears ugly black pant suits.” He cringed. What was he, ten?
    “Like you care,” snickered Chad. “Have some fun for once. What’s the use of being rich and famous if you don’t engage in a quick fuck when you’re out of town?”
    “It’s not like that. I’m paying her five thousand to be my assistant. It’s strictly business.”
    “Why so much cash?”
    “Chad, not now,” warned Jeremy. “I’m not up for one of your Q&A sessions,