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Repeatedly.
    “Why did you call for me?”
    “Because I wanted to meet you.” He stood and strode around the side of the desk.
    Fallon backed toward the door, determined not to let him get too near her. She wasn’t sure she could resist him if he touched her.
    “This breaks every rule. I’m never supposed to meet with clients. It’s forbidden.”
    “No one will find out.” He was edging closer to her, as if he were a hunter and he had her in his sights.
    “Someone always finds out, Burke.” She threw out her arms and laughed. “You’re a lawyer; it’s why you have this huge fancy office, because someone always finds out. And then people get sued, or divorced, or they sue someone.”
    Fallon stepped into the hallway, continuing to walk backward, increasing her pace so there was distance between them. “Perhaps it’s better if you don’t call me anymore.”
    “I doubt that.” He licked his lips and she imagined that mouth on her pussy, that tongue circling her clit. Wetness seeped into her folds, making them slick with need. “Are you wearing panties?”
    No, damn you! I’m not, you little … “Hush. Someone’s going to hear you!”
    “Who cares?” This time he was the one who threw his arms out. “We’re two single, consenting adults. I don’t see what the problem is.”
    “The problem is I’m here on business.” She hissed out the words, wondering where the staircase was. Could she find it and run down? That way she wouldn’t need to wait for the elevator.
    “Answer my question.” His soft demand made her groan softly. “Answer me.”
    “Why? It’s not me you want to hear from, it’s Serendipity.” She stepped closer and lowered her voice. “She’s the one who gets you off.”
    “You’re Serendipity.”
    “No, I’m not. When you imagined me as I was talking about sucking your cock, did you imagine a size sixteen court reporter who lives in a two bedroom apartment and is addicted to chocolate? Or did you picture a busty, beautiful blond who had lots of hair you could pull while you shoved yourself down her throat?”
    “You’re making me hard.”
    “Stop it!” She looked around, realizing anyone who was around could probably hear her yelling. “You’re not listening to me. I’m . Not. Serendipity.”
    He was silent for a moment, and then he stroked his chin, looking up in the air. “Does Serendipity make money off her phone calls?”
    “You know she does.”
    “Yes, I do.” He fixed a stare on her, one that made her toes tingle. “Does she pay taxes on that income, or do you?”
    Her heart dropped to her knees. “Do not argue semantics with me.”
    “Answer the question.” When she didn’t say anything, he walked to the receptionist’s desk. “Judge, I’d like permission to treat Ms. Nicholas as a hostile witness.” He walked back to her slowly. “Do you, or do you not pay taxes on the money Serendipity earns?”
    “Of course I do, but…” There had to be a way out of this. She snapped her fingers. “An actor may play a part, but that doesn’t make him the character he portrays, does it?”
    “No, you’re right, it doesn’t. But, was it Serendipity who was telling me her goals, or was that you?”
    Damn him! “Stop badgering me as if I’m on the witness stand.”
    “Then admit to me that it was more than just phone calls. You felt a connection the same way I did. That’s why when you walked in my office tonight you weren’t shocked to hear me ask about your panties, which, I might add, is a question I never got answered.”
    “And you’re not going to.” She stood up straight, pretending she had a book on her head, praying it would help her with poise. “I’m leaving. Don’t call me anymore.”
    “You want me as much as I want you. Admit it.”
    She stopped in front of the elevator and pushed the down button, keeping her back turned to him.
    “Fallon, come into my office so we can talk.”
    She laughed before turning toward him. He’d moved