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relationship with her supposed/could-be/maybe grandfather by seducing one of his employees.
    Not that she’d have to do the seducing. If she was any judge—and she was —the man looked fully capable of seduction. She shivered slightly, in spite of the heat of the brightly lit afternoon.
    “Actually, that’s my office.” He pointed over his shoulder to the door through which he’d emerged moments before.
    Moments? Had she really discovered the existence of this man who made her heart pound like crazy and her legs feel weak and boneless mere moments before?
    She finally thought about his reply and her heart sank, along with her plans. “Your office. Right there. So, uh, you work here? For Max Longotti?” When he nodded, she tried to contain a disappointed sigh.
    “I’m Max’s new V.P. For now,” he continued.
    Perfect. Just perfect. She’d met a man who’d finally made her rethink her “men aren’t worth the trouble” stance, and she couldn’t have him. It simply would not be smart to get involved with this man, no matter how delicious he was.
    Leo would not be happy if she did what she really wanted to do with this handsome, charming stranger. He seemed intent on “pleasing” his uncle by presenting him with his sweet and lovely long-lost grandchild.
    Sweet she wasn’t, which is exactly what she’d told Leo. So he’d settled for bright and lovely. Still, he had insisted that she be as discreet as possible, and she’d agreed.
    And even Venus—who’d been called everything in her life, except discreet—knew sleeping with Max’s executive might not be the height of discretion.
    As a matter of fact, the guy would have to be completely off-limits. Starting right now.
    Hell.
     
    T ROY SENSED IT the moment the stunning redhead began to withdraw. Her smile faded, her eyelashes lowered and she turned away in her chair to stare at the skyline. Because he worked here? Interesting…
    “Now, why don’t you tell me who are you, and why you’re here, Venus?”
    “I’m just visiting.”
    Her voice was cool, when it had previously been warm. That didn’t concern him. The heat in her eyes two minutes ago could have melted solid ice. “From where?”
    “Baltimore.”
    She swung her feet up on the rail again, silently dismissing him. Troy almost laughed, seeing through the maneuver. He paused to appreciate again those long-enough-to-wrap-around-him-twice legs and had to shift in his seat.
    No. The cold shoulder wasn’t going to change the way they’d reacted to one another from the start. Or the way he was reacting to her now.
    If she worked for Max and was worried about a no-fraternization policy, he might just have to quit his new job. It was a small enough sacrifice. What job could compare to getting his libido back?
    “Have you been to Atlanta before?”
    She merely shook her head.
    Getting answers from her was like pulling teeth, but Troy was not about to give up. Not now that he’d met her, now that he’d seen those beautiful green eyes of hers up close, caught a whiff of her exotic perfume and heard the husky timbre of her voice. He could still feel thesmoothness of her skin on the tips of his sensitized fingers.
    He wanted her, not knowing who she was or why she was here. And she wanted him too.
    It was just that simple.
    “What do you do?”
    She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye and said, “Right now, I’m a bartender.”
    He nearly chuckled until he realized she was serious. Then he shrugged. “Remind me never to offer to make you a drink.”
    “I don’t imagine you’d ever have reason to,” she replied firmly. “I’ll only be in town for a week.”
    Ouch. A definite rebuff. But Troy hadn’t earned his reputation by being easily rebuffed. “Where are you staying?”
    “At the Longotti estate.” Then, she grudgingly added, “At least, I think so. I’m supposed to go over there this afternoon.”
    He hid a grin. Max hadn’t mentioned another houseguest. He could hardly