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you're not getting anything out of me you didn't get out of Red's last four clerks. And I hear they were all men. So unless you have some real interesting stories to spin about that, you just need to keep your hands in your pockets and your eyes in their sockets and let me work!"
    With a naughty grin lighting his face, Hawk shoved his hands in his pockets. Fat bit of good his compliance did me -- the gesture pulled the front panel of fabric tight, removing any mystery of just how long and thick Hawk McKinley got when he was hard.
    I choked a little air in and swallowed. Biscuits and gravy, the man was packing a mighty big load.
    "No promises on where I keep my eyes, sweet tea." The smile in his voice told me he knew exactly what I was thinking and where I was looking. One hand left its pocket long enough to stroke a finger under my chin and lift my gaze until it met his. "Maybe you better throw on a parka or something tomorrow if you're really worried about me drinking in every curve of that sweet body."
    He finished with a wink and walked back into his office, shutting the door behind him.
    Alone in the reception area, I nodded and grabbed a small memo pad and pen from the side of my computer.
    Buy parka!
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    The work week passed quickly. Hawk was out of the office more than he was in attendance, or he was hours deep into phone calls around the globe. Red remarked more than once how the boss had overstayed his visit a good week, which was why he had to spend so much time on the phone. If every nerve ending in my body hadn't been acutely aware of Hawk's placement, I'd have barely known he was there.
    Until late Friday afternoon, that is, when he started purring around the office five minutes after Red headed out to rig eight, the site's official problem child. It started with chit chat -- like him asking me if I was looking forward to a real weekend off and did I have any plans. I kept my nose buried in my work, giving him single syllable replies.
    "You almost sound disinterested, Ginny." Hawk stood in front of the filing cabinet with his back to me. He'd been there a good three minutes doing nothing that looked like real work and everything that looked like a big, fat pretense.
    "I am," I snorted, forcing my gaze back to my computer screen. The task almost proved too much for me. Hawk McKinley has a gorgeous backside, whether it's dressed up in a silk suit or cheek-hugging jeans like he had on right then.
    "Sweet tea, didn't anyone lecture you about the evils of lying?" His voice was full-on purr by that point.
    "I'm not."
    Hawk turned and leaned across my desk, yanking my attention from the computer to his blue-gray eyes. Framed with dark espresso lashes and brows that looked black as often as they looked dark brown, his eyes were beautiful, just like the rest of him. They saw too damn much, as well. His mouth quirked up in a smile and he slowly shook his head side-to-side.
    "You need to work on lying, little girl, and on ogling a man's ass so he doesn't realize you're doing it."
    My cheeks flushed hot and I closed my eyes, ready to tell Hawk he was all ass, from his salon perfect hair to his pedicured toes, when the front door flew open and Red came in bleeding and swearing, Beau hot on his heels.
    I gave Beau a quick look over to make sure he was okay as Hawk and I rushed to Red's side.
    Red shook us off and went to the sink in the break room. "It aint nothing but a little cut."
    Seeing the amount of blood, I wanted to disagree but I rushed to grab the first aid kit instead. The gash ran across the meat of his forearm for about two inches. "You're going to need stitches."
    Shaking his head, he grabbed the kit from me and poured disinfectant over it then plopped down in the chair and pulled out a handful of steri-strips. Hawk took over, holding Red's arm flat against the table and taking the butterfly stitches from him.
    "Ginny's right. We'll get the bleeding stopped, but then Beau's driving you