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key from the panel and the doors opened.
    I backed into the corner and shooed him out with a flick of my wrist. “I’m really not interested.”
    “We’ll discuss.” Cross caught me by the elbow and gently, but insistently, urged me out.
    I went along because I liked the charge I got from being around him and because I was curious to see what he had to say when afforded more than five minutes of my time.
    He was buzzed through the security door so quickly there was no need for him to break stride. The pretty redhead at the reception desk pushed hastily to her feet, about to impart some information until he shook his head impatiently. Her mouth snapped shut and she stared at me as we passed at a brisk pace, her eyes wide.
    The walk to Cross’s office was mercifully short. His secretary stood when he saw his boss’s approach, but remained silent when he noted that Cross wasn’t alone.
    “Hold my calls, Scott,” Cross said, steering me into his office through the open glass double doors.
    Despite my irritation, I couldn’t help but be impressed with Gideon Cross’s spacious command center. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the city on two sides, while a wall of glass faced the rest of the office space. The one opaque wall opposite the massive desk was covered in flat screens streaming news channels from around the world. There were three distinct seating areas, each one larger than Mark’s entire office, and a bar that showcased jeweled crystal decanters, which provided the only spots of color in a palette that was otherwise black, gray, and white.
    Cross hit a button on his desk that closed the doors; then another that instantly frosted the clear glass wall, effectively shielding us from the view of his employees. With the beautiful sapphire-hued reflective film on the exterior windows, privacy was assured. He shrugged out of his jacket and hung it on a chrome coatrack. Then he returned to where I’d remained standing just inside the doors. “Something to drink, Eva?”
    “No, thank you.” Damn it. He was even yummier in just the vest. I could better see how fit he was. How strong his shoulders were. How beautifully his biceps and ass flexed as he moved.
    He gestured toward a black leather sofa. “Have a seat.”
    “I have to go back to work.”
    “And I have a meeting at two. The sooner we work this out, the sooner we can both get back to business. Now, sit down.”
    “What do you think we’re going to work out?”
    Sighing, he scooped me up like a bride and carried me over to the sofa. He dropped me on my butt; then sat next to me. “Your objections. It’s time to discuss what it’s going to take to get you beneath me.”
    “A miracle.” I pushed back from him, widening the space between us. I tugged at the hem of my emerald green skirt, wishing I’d worn pants instead. “I find your approach crude and offensive.”
    And a major turn-on, but I was never going to admit it.
    He contemplated me with narrowed eyes. “It may be blunt, but it’s honest. You don’t strike me as the kind of woman who wants bullshit and flattery instead of the truth.”
    “What I want is to be seen as having more to offer than an inflatable sex doll.”
    Cross’s brows shot up. “Well, then.”
    “Are we done?” I stood.
    Wrapping my wrist with his fingers, he pulled me back down. “Hardly. We’ve established some talking points: We have an intense sexual attraction and neither of us wants to date. So what do you want—exactly? Seduction, Eva? Do you want to be seduced?”
    I was equally fascinated and appalled by the conversation. And, yes, tempted. It was hard not to be while faced with such a gorgeous, virile male so determined to get hot and sweaty with me. Still, the dismay won out. “Sex that’s planned like a business transaction is a turnoff for me.”
    “Establishing parameters in the beginning makes it less likely that there’ll be exaggerated expectations and disappointment at the