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knees.
    He stood in the kitchen doorway, watching
from the other side of the center island as she unpacked the bag on
the granite counter, pulled down a couple of plates from the new
cabinets he’d had installed, and opened the cartons. More
mouthwatering aromas filled the air.
    He couldn’t pinpoint why this time was
different? True, she’d broken one of his steadfast rules, but he
wasn’t stupid enough to think it was the first time. She enjoyed
surprising him. And he’d enjoyed the surprises.
    Was it Jessica?
    How can you let her do that to you?
    The truth was that Ruby had fucked another
man on his desk, leaving her mark on it in an almost blatant
raising of the middle finger. Not to mention the man she’d
chosen—though the word man didn’t describe Bradley. Clay
didn’t complain about his subordinates, but Ruby knew enough to
understand that Bradley was less than adequate. If Greg Stevens
hadn’t gone to bat for the kid—Clay believed a manager had the
right to make the decisions about his own employees—he would have
been long gone.
    There was a statement in Ruby’s choice of
place and partner. It wasn’t in the same league as telling him she
was seeing a girlfriend only to arrive home covered in come. Or
perhaps it was a greater degree of the same problem. When he let
her get away with one thing, she’d then needed to up the ante.
    “What?” She was looking at him. He realized
he’d been staring at her, not really seeing her. Or seeing her too
clearly.
    Reaching in his pocket, he pulled out her
thong and dropped it on the kitchen’s center island.
    Ruby smiled, her lipstick still fresh and
glistening. “You found my surprise. I was wondering when you
would.” She didn’t miss a single beat.
    “When’d you leave them for me?”
    She winked. “The other morning.” Then she
dished out mu shu pork onto the thin pancakes.
    “You’re lucky I found them in the filing
cabinet, instead of Angie.” He didn’t have a secretary, but one of
the accounts payable girls did his filing for him.
    Ruby licked the spoon she’d used, then
laughed. “She only does that for you once a month. I figured you’d
find them first.”
    Except they hadn’t been in his filing
cabinet. If Jessica hadn’t told him what she’d done, though, he’d
have assumed Ruby left them to titillate him during the day.
    “Don’t lie to me, Ruby.”
    She stopped, a spoon of lemon chicken halfway
between the carton and a plate. A large drop of yellow sauce
plopped onto the counter. “I don’t lie, baby. I just stretch the
truth.” The reply was typical Ruby.
    “Why don’t you unstretch it and tell me what
you really did Wednesday night.”
    She pursed her lips. It wasn’t a good look
for Ruby, adding five years to her face. “I’m sure she already told you everything.”
    “I want to hear it from you.”
    “The Chinese is getting cold,” she
complained, buying time.
    “We can eat while you tell me.”
    She shrugged, finished dishing out the food,
then carried the two plates to the table in the nook overlooking
the darkened garden. Clay carried the cartons and set them in the
center between them.
    “I just wanted to see if it got you all
worked up in the morning when you went to work.” More likely, she’d
wanted to see if he’d detect her scent all over the desk. “I
thought it would be exceptionally hot.”
    “We have a rule.”
    She tsked . “It was late. No one was
there.”
    “Jessica Murphy was there.”
    She pressed her lips together. “How was I
supposed to know she’d be sneaking around at ten o’clock? There
weren’t any lights on.”
    “Ruby, that’s exactly why we don’t do
anything at work. Because you never know when someone’s going to
walk in.”
    She smiled slyly. “Oh, I remember how badly
you wanted to do a few things at work, sweetheart.”
    When they were first dating—if fucking their
brains out could be called dating —he’d talked about wanting
to fuck her on his desk. But