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of anything if it had a big enough benefit to her. But if she knew that a situation out of her control was going to come back on her, it caused a vein to practically pop from her forehead.
     
    “Me?” Shayla repeated. She looked at Luke. Big mistake. He had a slight curve to his lip that made her knees go weak all over again, and the kitten on his shoulder let out a mewl that sent every biological alarm in her body off.
     
    Hot guy with kitten was almost the emotionally dangerous as hot guy with baby. And damn, was this guy hot.
     
    “You’ll do it better than Ryan Seacrest over there,” he supplied, eyes glued to hers.
     
    Shayla’s face heated. So many emotions rose in her that she had no idea what her face was giving away. She was aroused. Flattered. Embarrassed. Awkward.
     
    She focused on flattery in the emotional downpour and held onto it like a life preserver against the buffeting waves of lust that Luke was sending her way.
     
    “Thank you.” She smiled, but her smile dropped when she saw the look Amy was giving her.
     
    The message was clear: Tell him no .
     
    But would she? Absolutely not.
     
    “I would be honored to, uh, cover the end of this saga.”
     
    Luke let out a bark of laughter, nearly dislodging the kitten from his shoulder. “Glad to have you on board.”
     
    “Why don’t you show Mr. Cinder where he can wait for Jacklin and her parents?” Amy said, her tone bitter. “Put him in the conference room.”
     
    Shayla gave her producer a brief nod and gestured for Luke to follow her, swinging her hips around the cluttered heaps of desks and paperwork that were characteristic of the newsroom. She’d spent her first six weeks at KTMA knocking over knick knacks and stacks of paper everywhere she went. Anthony had been so crass as to suggest it was because she had a fat ass, but when she had reproached him for it said that she should be flattered—that it was a good thing.
     
    She could feel Luke’s eyes on her “fat ass” now, and it was the first time that she’d actually felt like it was a good thing. Anything that could attract the attention of a man like that was okay by her. Whether she wanted to keep his attention was another thing.
     
    After all, it was always cute to watch those videos of lions and tigers playing with humans. Nuzzling their faces against them. Playfully jumping on them. But Shayla knew better than to think a wild animal like a lion, or a tiger, or a rough biker, would stay gentle for long after the cameras had turned off.
     
    That was how people got mauled.
     
    “You been working here long?” Luke asked from beside her.
     
    His musky scent clouded her mind, urging her body to sink toward him. But she resisted.
     
    “About a year.”
     
    He whistled through his teeth. “And they still treat you like shit? Why do you put up with it?” He caught her eye and winked. “Unless you like it a little rough and mean.”
     
    Shayla blinked and looked anywhere but Luke, focusing on the third door on the left that they were rapidly approaching. She would put him in there, offer him a beverage, and then be out of his hair until the little girl came in to get her damn cat. She had to keep her resolve through a few more moments of conversation, and then she’d be free from temptation.
     
    “It’s a tough business to get into,” she replied, fingers reaching out for the door handle.
     
    Luke’s hand over hers stopped her dead in her tracks. “So is show business,” he said, his voice low. “But young actors still get respect.”
     
    Shayla licked her lips, her mouth suddenly very dry. Luke had green eyes, with flecks of brown that reminded her of the moss covered trees of the forest. His gaze was so fierce that it stole the breath from her lungs, but she wouldn’t back down. She pushed through his hand and pulled down on the handle, swinging the door inward and gesturing for him to enter.
     
    “One day I’ll have the respect of the nation,”