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loved. Maybe this wasn’t a bad thing after all.
    “Good morning, Dane.”
    He lowered his newspaper and folded it, then set it on the table. "What happened to calling me Mr. Ranier?"
    She smiled. “Yes, Mr. Ranier.”
    She gazed at him, remembering the warmth of his arms around her, the passion of his kisses this morning, and she wanted to leap into his arms.
    He sat there impeccably dressed in his suit and tie, and she wore only the terry cloth robe, with nothing underneath. She could just open this robe and stand before him, and he would doubtlessly order her to her knees to take care of his body’s natural reaction.
    She walked to his side and rested her hand on his shoulder, needing to touch him.
    “Maybe we should talk about what happened this morning,” she ventured.
    His gaze locked on hers, flat and expressionless. The way he’d look at an employee. In fact, with a harsh glint, as if she’d displeased him in some way.
    She drew her hand away and walked around the table, then drew in a calming breath as she sat across the table from him.
    He shrugged. “There’s nothing to talk about.”
    She gazed at him over the thermal jug as she poured coffee into her cup. “What happened this morning was different than what we’ve done before. It was … I don’t know … deeper. I think we should talk about how our relationship is changing.”
    He leaned forward. “Jessica, I’m your boss. You’re my assistant. We have a sexual relationship but it’s a no-strings-attached affair that either one of us can walk away from any time we wish. What more is there to discuss?”
    Her heart stammered at his cold words.
    “Unfortunately, the change of setting seems to have blurred the line for you, but let me remind you what you originally proposed. This is a physical relationship only.” His gaze slid down her body and lingered at the tie at her waist. “If you’d like to drop that robe and fuck right now, I’m happy to oblige, but don’t read anything more into it than shared sexual release.”
    Her hand slipped to the front of her robe and she had to stop herself from pulling it tighter around her.
    He glanced at his watch. “In fact, we’re running short of time. Go to your room and get packed, then meet me back here. You’ve got twenty minutes.”
    “Packed? But I thought we were here until the end of the week?”
    Dane’s lawyers were flying in today to join him while they finalized the details of the contract negotiations.
    “I am. You, on the other hand, are going back to the office. I’ve arranged a driver to take you to the airport, then someone to meet you at the other end.”
    *   *   *
    Jessica climbed aboard the private jet and slumped onto the buttery-soft leather seat. The steward helped her settle in by stowing her briefcase and purse in a compartment, and instructed her to buckle up once the pilot was ready to be underway.
    She spent the flight staring at her tablet, trying to review her list of goals for the week and determine how to spend the rest of the day once she got back to the office, but her head ached with the effort. She knew that if she put it aside, however, thoughts of Dane and his rejection would overwhelm her.
    “Would you like something to drink?” the friendly young steward asked.
    She returned his warm smile. “It’s tempting, but I have to go into the office when we land.”
    “That doesn’t stop most of our passengers.” His smile broadened.
    “But most of them are executives.”
    “True, I guess they don’t have to worry about their boss getting on their case.”
    She frowned at the reminder of her boss and how he’d rejected her.
    “You know, a glass of wine won’t hurt, and it might help that headache.”
    “How did you know?” She gazed at the young man and realized he was quite attractive. And he was flirting with her.
    He shrugged. “You seem stressed and you were rubbing your temples.”
    “Well, maybe I’ll just go directly after the