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“Tell Diego I’m here, please.”
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Kyra bit back a smile. “And who would ‘I’m’ be?”
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The woman looked nonplussed for a moment, ran an expert eye over Kyra, then with a dismissive lift of her nose replied, “Jessica, his girlfriend.”
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Kyra bit her inner cheek. Yeah, Ms. Jessica looked like the kind of woman Diego would date. Slender, beautiful and rich. She pointedly ignored the way her heart tightened. “Perhaps I could give him a message for you?”
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Enormous blue eyes slashed Kyra’s way, distrust clearly visible. Kyra openly chuckled and motioned with a hand. “He’s not here. You’re free to look around if you don’t believe me.”
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Kyra’s attitude apparently was new to the woman, for she stared wide eyed at Kyra, then towards Diego’s area, then back at Kyra. Kyra pretended to go back to work. Finally the other woman made up her mind uttering, “No message,” as she left.
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Fifteen minutes later, Diego strode in, a deep scowl on his face. “What’s wrong?” she asked unable to stop her gaze from roving over him appreciatively at least once.
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His frown deepened. “Why do you think something is wrong?”
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She rolled her eyes. “You’re frowning.” And cuter than ever. Thankfully her mouth didn’t utter that.
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“I always frown.”
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She grinned, crossed her arms and leaned back in the chair. “Nope, not always. So, what’s up?”
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With a slight shake of his head, a corner of his mouth lifted. Instantly she felt her heart race and she clung to her cheeky smile. But it was too late. The awareness she’d thought to have dampened breathed with new life, stronger than before, their gazes locked. His pupils dilated and his breath caught, then hers did as he moved around her desk. Slowly. Without a doubt, stalking. Giving her plenty of time to escape. Or at least the illusion, for she couldn’t move. He reached out and slid a finger under her chin.
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Panic shot out in every direction from the warm touch but the most she could seem to muster was a shaky denial. “There’s nothing between us, Diego. Just some…”
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He dragged a thumb across her bottom lip and her heart lurched. She wanted to capture his finger with her teeth, taste it with her tongue, lath it with attention. She almost groaned from the want of it. His eyes darkened, and he began to lean in. Reality slammed home. Jerking away, she bowed her head and moved papers around as if busy.
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Okay, so there was something between them but dang if she was going to admit that to him. “Ah, a Ms. Jessica stopped by here for you. Didn’t leave a message other than to tell me she was your girlfriend.”
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“Nothing between us?”
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His question came from right beside her, low and rough. Her body trembled in response. Desperately she buried her hands in her lap. Told herself to remember she was in disguise, that even if she were of a mind to get involved with him, to try and keep her job despite having an affair with him, she couldn’t. It’d never get past the part where he undressed her. What were the chances he’d understand her pretending to be something she wasn’t? It was a slap in the face no matter how one looked at it. And the worst part of it was, it hadn’t even worked!
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“Look at me, Kyra.”
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She reluctantly turned. He was too close. Too intense. Too much everything. She could see the tiny wrinkles which led out from his eyes, the ones around his mouth, the individual long black lashes. Their gazes met and held, a physical caress all on its own.
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“Let me guess,” he murmured, “she’s the only type you think I should be interested in?”
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She swallowed. What could she say? It was true. And at the moment she wished it were reality. Kind of. Should wish it.
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His hot gaze roamed over her. “I can see your pulse jump every time I get near, Kyra. The way you hold your breath, the way you clench your hands.”
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She glanced down and saw that indeed she had clenched her hands. She flexed them and flattened them against her thighs. Desperately she tried to change the subject. “Um, if she comes back, what would you like me to say?”
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His eyes narrowed and she braced herself for anger. But it didn’t come. Instead he pulled back, a twinkle blinking down at her.
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“That I’m taken. By you.”

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