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glanced at her. She arched a brow perfectly. Oh yeah, she expected it.
    “They won’t fit,” he said.
    She stretched them out, the little red flower prominent on the front. “It’s a thong. All it has to do is cover”—she pointed at his cock, making it jump—“that.”
    “It’ll show if I bend over.” He’d seen countless women’s thongs above the waistline. It seemed to be a fashion statement these days, as common as plumber’s crack.
    “So don’t bend over.” She was relentless.
    “You’re joking.”
    She shook her head. And smiled. “I did what you wanted. Now you do what I want.”
    Tit for tat. You couldn’t outsmart a woman, at least not this one. He grabbed her damp panties. He’d be able to smell her on him all day. He wanted her all over him now, and he couldn’t have stopped himself from lifting the satin confection to his nose anymore than he could have cut off his right hand. For one brief moment, he closed his eyes and drank in her scent. Then he concentrated on the road before he lost control.
    She was silent for a full ten seconds after. Then she gathered her equilibrium. “And you’re going to meet me at the end of the day so that I can make sure you wore them.”
    Hell, yes, he’d meet her afterward. He shoved her panties in his jacket pocket. “You’re going to owe me big time.”
    She merely laughed. The husky sound reached up into his chest and stole his breath.
    He’d wear them because he’d never passed up a challenge from a beautiful woman. The next time, he’d turn the tables. And she’d better watch out.

4
     
     
    ERNIE was gone. She was manager. Yesterday she’d masturbated in a client’s car.
    Life had definitely changed.
    It was wild. Josie hadn’t expected Kyle to agree to putting on her underwear. She figured he’d refuse because wearing panties would compromise his masculinity. Except that he’d agreed, and she’d told him they had to meet afterward. God, they had a date. That wasn’t supposed to happen, either
    The whole thing was escalating without her even trying. She wasn’t supposed to love masturbating for him as much as she had. Gee, she wasn’t supposed to do it at all. Duh. She’d like to be able to say that it was due to her turmoil over Ernie, that his illness had her all wigged out, doing crazy things.
    It didn’t, however, make her spread her legs for a man. It didn’t make her love masturbating for him. She was afraid she’d get hooked on the game, or worse, get hooked on Kyle.
    As she headed to the ladies’ room, Andrew Ronson waylaid her before she made it. He was maybe five-foot-eight, but in her high heels, she was slightly taller.
    “What do you need, Ronson?” What was he doing here so early? It wasn’t even nine o’clock, and for some reason, she wasn’t prepared to deal with him yet. She’d sidetracked herself with all these thoughts of Kyle.
    Three or four years older than her, Ronson wasn’t a bad-looking guy, with fine blond hair and extraordinary, almost turquoise eyes. When he’d started at Castle a couple of years ago, she’d managed a side view of his eyes to see if he wore colored contact lenses. He didn’t.
    “So, Connor’s little pet got the job.”
    Hell. She knew that was coming at some point. Still, she hated having people think she got where she was because of who she was related to. Ronson had been the original lead on last year’s Dominican project. She was to be second, since it was complex enough to require two program managers. In the end, though, Connor had given the lead to her, probably a sink-or-swim test. Ronson had been flaming over having to play second, but he hadn’t done much beyond giving her a bunch of shit about it.
    This time, though, he was pissed .
    Best to nip this crap in the bud. She got right up in his face. “I got the job because I can do it.” Not because her cousin’s husband was CEO or that her father was on the board, but because she was good .
    He raised one edge