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blue-black and messy, as if she'd just woken up. Her lips were painted a deep crimson―too much lipstick for his liking―but she was drop-dead gorgeous. And she knew it.
    The black knit sweater with its low v-neck showed off all her curves. She had a lot of them. Her entrance didn't go unnoticed by the various diners seated in the coffee shop. Every man in the room was practically salivating as she passed by.
    "Jesus, she's starting early," he muttered.
    Jasi followed his gaze. "I saw her in the washroom."
    His mouth curled in distaste. If there was one thing he had zero tolerance for, it was hookers or 'legal escorts.' He thought they spelled trouble. With a capital 'T.'
    As the escort approached, he noticed her eyes. They were a deep sapphire blue framed by thick black lashes. When her gaze swept over their table, her eyes locked on Jasi and there was a flicker of recognition and what seemed like…surprise.
    That's odd, he thought.
    The woman wiped her hands on her thighs and moved toward them, chin held high. Every set of male eyes trailed after her.
    "Ben!" Jasi whispered. "Did you hire someone?"
    "Hire someone for what?"
    "For some…you know." She jerked her head in the woman's direction. "She's heading straight for you."
    "I don't know what she's thinking."
    The escort paused a few feet away, suddenly seeming unsure. She watched them for a moment, gave a subtle nod and strode to the table.
    "Are you Benjamin Roberts?"
    Annoyed, he set aside the data-com. "Obviously there's been a mistake. As you should be able to see, I'm already with someone. You'll have to find another mark." His eyes rested on her breasts. "One who's actually interested in all that you are so openly offering."
    The woman's face turned bright red. "I'm afraid you've misunderstood. I'm not here to offer my…uh…self. At least not in the way you're suggesting."
    Beside him, Jasi gasped. "Ben, I think she's―"
    "What other way is there?" he interrupted.
    Jasi dug her elbow into his side. "Ben!"
    He ignored her and stared up at the intruder. "Well, off you go now. Run along." He gave her a mocking smile, hoping she'd take the hint.
    She didn't. Instead, she flicked a cursory look around the room. People were staring.
    What she did next drew a muffled curse from him.
    She sat down.
    "What the hell are you're doing?" he demanded.
    "Following orders."
    The woman leaned on one hip. The movement caused her sweater to pucker and all of a sudden Ben had a clear view of a lacy black bra barely restraining two very round breasts. He glanced away as she fished something out of her jeans pocket.
    A shiny object landed on the table.
    He gaped at the CFBI badge until comprehension set in.
    "N-Natassia Prushenko, I take it." He felt like an idiot.
    The woman raised a brow. "So you were told I was meeting you. I was starting to wonder." She turned to Jasi. "Is this how he greets all new team members?"
    "Usually he's more civil. Not much more, mind you."
    He cleared his throat. "We, uh, weren't expecting you until this afternoon, Agent Prushenko."
    "Natassia. I took an earlier flight from Quebec City."
    "Ah, that's why I pegged you as French Canadian," Jasi said.
    "Sorry, it slips out every now and then. I've obviously spent too much time there." Natassia held out a hand. "You must be Jasmine. I've heard so much about you. You too, Benjamin. Although, Matthew Divine told me you'd welcome me with open arms."
    "Open arms?" He'd have to have a talk with Matthew.
    Natassia smiled, flashing perfect teeth. "Well, I was expecting a slightly warmer welcome."
    "And I was expecting someone who wasn't dressed so," he waved a hand toward her, "provocatively."
    She gave him an innocent look. "Don't all Canadian women dress like this?"
    "Not unless they're―"
    "Going out," Jasi cut in. "Clubbing, maybe."
    Suddenly, it hit him.
    "You knew who she was all along. Didn't you, Jasi?"
    "I knew as soon as she looked at you."
    Natassia frowned.
    "When you saw Ben's gloves, you nodded,"