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the pile, too. He couldn’t wait to get his hands on Melissa. He couldn’t wait to feel her hands on him. She knew how to do things—
    Flipping off his Italian loafers, ridding himself of his socks, he unbuckled his belt as he went through the dressing room into the bathroom. There was a sunken tub, but his gaze wentstraight to the shower where he could see the shadow of Melissa’s body behind the frosted glass door.
    Before he could open it, she turned off the water and stepped out.
    â€œJason!” she yelped.
    â€œThat’s me,” he said with a smile that was supposed to convey his intentions.
    It must have done just that because she shook her head, her bleached blond hair falling in wet tendrils across her shoulders. She hadn’t dried off and she looked sleek and more than ready for what he had in mind.
    However, she nipped his desire before he could act on it. “I can’t. Not now. I’m already running late. I have a meeting at seven-thirty.”
    â€œWhat meeting?” he demanded to know.
    â€œA group of us is getting together to plan a clothing drive for the teen shelter at Christmas.”
    â€œAll this charity work you’re doing is getting tedious, and I’m beginning to wonder why you’re doing it.”
    Still dripping wet, Melissa came very close to Jason. “Aren’t we pretending to be an up-and-coming married couple?”
    â€œYes, but—”
    She put a slim finger on his chin and studied him with her brown eyes. “No buts. Just as you’re setting up Ryan to take the fall for mistakes in his company, I’m planting a few seeds of my own.”
    â€œAnd they are?”
    â€œYou’ll see.” With the same finger that had played on his chin, she traced his right cheekbone. “How is your project coming?”
    â€œIt’s moving along. Fortune TX, Ltd. is spending money on a phony oil deal and Ryan’s fingerprints are going to be all over it.”
    â€œDo you really think they’ll kick Ryan off the board of directors?”
    â€œThat’s what I’m hoping.”
    Gazing into Melissa’s eyes, Jason saw a flicker of something. What was it? Was she planning something on her own? How would that affect him?
    Melissa never let him get too close or see too far inside. Now her hand settled on his chest then slipped lower, over his navel and inside the waistband of his trousers. “Maybe I do have ten minutes,” she murmured with a wide-eyed, sultry look that aroused him to a painful level.
    Taking the foreplay out of her hands, he scooped her into his arms. She was wet and wild and hot.
    â€œTen minutes,” she warned him as he carried her into the bedroom.
    He dropped her on the bed, let his trousers fall, pushed down his briefs and stretched out on top of her.
    â€œIt’ll take what it’s going to take, and your meeting be damned.”
    When he saw the look of triumph in her eyes, he knew this was what she’d wanted all along. As she opened her legs to him and kissed him like there was no tomorrow, he had to wonder who really had the power here.
    He was going to get it back…one way or another.
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    It was almost 4:00 p.m. on Tuesday when Peter finally got the chance to call Violet Fortune. Still in his scrubs, he used the phone in the doctor’s lounge. As her cell phone rang, he didn’t have to use many memory cells to conjure up her face. He’d been thinking about her too damn much since she’d left last night, and he didn’t like the invasion into his usually ordered thoughts.
    There were several reasons why she should be off-limitsfor him. Number one—he no longer dated women whose career demands consumed their lives. He’d gone that route once before, and once in a lifetime down that particular road was enough. Number two—not only did Violet Fortune have a demanding career, but the career was in New York. In a few weeks,