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been daydreaming about stood, allowing the doors to close while opening a small panel on the bottom and punching in a code.
    There was only one reason to do that. The forty second floor. Employees weren’t allowed in his private suite. It was…well, it was private.
    “Mr. Warren, don’t let me keep you from wherever it was you were going. I assure you I didn’t do anything wrong.” Her voice was breathless. “Nothing that security needs to be concerned about. Not really. At least, I didn’t start it.”
    Had Terry Anne decided to press charges as soon as she left?
    “Can I help you off the floor, Ms. Charles? That can’t be comfortable.”
    He held out his hand without acknowledging her comments and she shook her head ruefully at his cool. “Have you ever been embarrassed, sir? In your life?”
    A cynical smile hardened his handsome features momentarily. “Don’t you read the tabloids?”
    The door opened with a soft whoosh and Sara struggled to her feet without him, clutching her plant and the remnants of the box to her chest. “I meant fly undone, food in your teeth, raspberry soda and plant parts all over you in front of your boss embarrassed. It’s not the same thing as an article expounding on your limitless sexual prowess, no offense.”
    He took the box from her, his lips twitching subtly. “I suppose it isn’t. Come inside.” He headed into the penthouse without waiting to see if she’d follow.
    She held the doors open and swallowed hard. “I‘d rather not.”
    …if I’m going to be arrested , was how she wanted to finish that sentence. She barely held her tongue.
    He looked over his shoulder as he set the mess of box on his glass coffee table in front of the oversized black leather couch. “I’m surprised, Ms. Charles. You never struck me as a woman who’s easily intimidated. Or prone to criminal activities.” 
    “Oh, I can be intimidated,” she corrected him. “And wary of most law enforcement, though I’ve never even gotten a parking ticket and my cousin’s husband is a…” She noticed him smiling and stepped inside, all too aware of the elevator closing behind her with a disturbing finality. “I am guilty of talking too much when I’m nervous. I suppose you could arrest me for that.”
    “There’s nothing for you to be nervous about. I have no intention of calling security. At the moment. We’re reasonable adults, you and I, and I believe we can discover the truth and deal with this situation on our own.”
    What did that mean? Did he actually think her leaving in such a hurry had to do with her duties in accounting? Maybe. She was acting like a guilty party of one, mostly due to embarrassment. But she’d rather be embarrassed than have him think she was capable of something criminal. “This situation consists of a girl on girl slap fight, some spilled soda and a clown fetish. It has nothing to do with my job performance at Warren Industries. Does that satisfy your reasonable curiosity, sir?”
    “Hardly.” When he headed to the kitchen, she found herself momentarily distracted by the beautiful wall of windows that gave her a view of the entire city. Her fantasies would now have the perfect backdrop. She could easily imagine Dean Warren pressing her against the glass, lifting her skirt and taking her like a man possessed while she moaned and begged for more.
    A shiver raced through her.
    She should turn around and go home before she asked him the question that instantly came to mind. How sturdy are those windows, Mr. Warren? Want to get naked and test them out?
    She was a brazen harlot…an archaic terminology, but she preferred it to dirty whore. She needed to get out of this situation as soon as possible.
    He was walking toward her again, a glass full of amber liquid in his hand. “Drink, Ms. Charles, and tell me about this girl fight of yours. I regret having missed it. Start from the beginning.”
    She took the glass, lifting it to her lips because, what the hell,