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gone.” He grinned in that crooked way of his. She slammed her knees together and tried not to wince.
    “Thank you for that, by the way. I couldn’t figure out how to get Nox out of here without fighting for it. I don’t want my son to see that side of me.”
    She chewed the inside of her lip to give herself a second. “You’re welcome, but I don’t think you cooking in my kitchen is a good idea.”
    “You don’t want me in your kitchen?”
    “I don’t.”
    “Elle—”
    “Stop calling me that. Lennox or Leni. Those are your options.”
    He rubbed a thumb over his lips and studied the ceiling. Garrett didn’t do the eye-rolling thing but she’d definitely annoyed him.
    “Lennox,” he said slowly, as though it took everything in him to remain civil. “I can’t go back to the movie set because I don’t want to be too far from Nox. You know cooking breakfast calms me down. And you also know how out of control I can get. I’m on the verge of loosing it. I need this.”
    So what if he did? Her life used to revolve around Garrett Anderson, or Anderson G. Westlake, or Captain Ass Jack, or whatever he called himself. It stopped here. She’d wanted certain things from him, his love being one of them. He hadn’t bothered to take care of her needs.
    “Too bad, Garrett. Stay out of my kitchen.” She dismissed him, returning her attention to the mail.
    She never saw it coming. He yanked her out of her chair and slammed her into his body. Heat flared up her entire front side.
    “Garrett.” She whispered his name in a combination of pant and plea.
    “Here’s the problem.” His arm locked around her waist. “I’m a Molotov cocktail of emotions right now, Elle. And you’re more beautiful than I remember, and you smell so ridiculously good.” The tip of his nose grazed her neck. She shuddered in response.
    He hugged her tighter. The hard length of his arousal pressed into her belly and her body pulsed. She bit her lip to keep a rising moan from betraying her feelings. “Dammit, Elle, I care for you. And it’s been too long since I…”
    He stroked her hip. It felt so good, so right. If he didn’t stop, she wouldn’t survive. Clearly they’d both taken celibacy beyond the limits of their self-control. It’d be so easy to take comfort in each other, to satisfy each other’s needs, and pretend the inevitable fallout didn’t matter.
    Garrett buried his face in her neck. As his words whispered across her earlobe, the sensation raised goose bumps along her skin. “I don’t know whether to curl up in this chair and hold you.” He slapped the headrest, sending her chair spinning. “Or bend you over this desk and,” he paused, rocking his body into hers, “do other things…”
    Lennox whimpered. Yes, please do what you said. Please, Garrett. Those words didn’t get past her lips.
    “So,” Garrett said, “it’s best if I walk out of this office, get in your kitchen, and cook as many pancakes and omelets as your costumers want to eat. Don’t you think?”
    The breath caught in her throat. “Go, Garrett. Cook wherever you want. Just leave, okay? Leave.”
    The door closed seconds later. Lennox collapsed onto the floor. She pressed her forehead to the edge of her desk, trying to quiet the uproar in her mind. Every moment she spent with Garrett made things worse. She could handle her one-way lust for him. She’d gotten used to being the second lead in the romantic comedy of life. The one who got left with unrequited love. But knowing Garrett wanted her too brought her dreams back to life. If he lusted after her, then he might learn to love her. Attraction was where it started, right?
    Sure, nut bucket, a perfectly reasonable conclusion if you’re into self-flagellation. If she allowed herself to believe she had any chance with him, he’d destroy her again. And this time she doubted she’d get back up after the fall.

Chapter Four
    There had to be a name for threatening a woman with sex in order to