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touch you. I keep wanting to get up under that dress.”
    The pencil snapped in two with a loud pop. His gaze dropped to the pieces in her hand, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.
    “Get out,” Lorena said, tossing the halves on her desk before they dropped from her trembling fingers. “From now on, we should limit our communication to phone and e-mail.”
    He looked unconcerned by her declaration. Probably because he had no intention of doing what she said.
    She feared she’d made a mistake when she agreed to write the proposal. She should have seen past the extra money to the emotional strain being so close to Matthew could cause.
    Though she desperately wanted to, she couldn’t forget what it was like to be taken by him.  Whether it was being handcuffed to his king-size bed or dragged to the carpet and having to suffer the bruises on her back from their frantic coupling, Matthew knew how to give her pleasure. At times she felt selfish because it seemed he always made love to her, and she seldom had the opportunity to make love to him. But he didn’t seem to mind. On the contrary, it clearly stroked his ego to make her scream and beg and climax so hard she was exhausted afterward.
    “I’ll touch base with you next week,” he said on his way out, the same knowing smirk on his face. “Have a good time tonight.”
    Moments later, when she felt capable of walking, Lorena edged over to the window. He paused at his vehicle and looked back at the building, seeming to look right at her through the tinted lenses of his sunglasses. Her breath wedged in her throat.
    Could he see her?
    She didn’t think so. She held her breath until he got into the SUV. When he drove away, she breathed slowly and closed her eyes.
    Lorena sighed and pressed her fingers to her throbbing temple. Finishing this proposal was a priority because she needed to get him out of her life.
    This might be the fastest one she’d ever written.

 
    Chapter Five
     
     
    Matthew’s stomach growled, a signal he’d been so wrapped up in work he’d forgotten to eat. Yawning, he rubbed his hand across his bare chest. He rolled his shoulders, which were tense from having been hunched over his laptop on the coffee table in the living room.
    His job in network security paid well—six figures, in fact—but at times it required a high level of dedication, and on this Saturday night, he was hard at work. As one of the team leaders in his department, he’d been instructed to rewrite the security policies and procedures for a new client whose firewall had been breached. After several hours, he needed a break.
    He closed the laptop and walked down the hallway to the kitchen. His bare feet touched the cold tile, and his toes curled in protest. He opened the refrigerator, hoping to find something to eat. The shelves, almost empty, contained a box with a few slices of pizza, which looked dry and unappetizing.
    “Beggars can’t be choosy,” he mumbled, placing the slices on a plate and warming them in the microwave.
    A few minutes later, he shoved Bullitt , his favorite Steve McQueen movie, into the DVD player, popped a soda, and settled down on the sofa. He’d just eaten the last slice of pizza when the doorbell rang insistently, as if someone were leaning on it. Hitting pause on the DVD player, he noted the time. It wasn’t very late, but night had already fallen. On the other side of his wall of windows, the lights of the Atlanta cityscape lit up the darkness.
    He picked up his plate and empty can of soda and deposited them on the breakfast bar before going to look through the peephole. He couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw Lorena stood on the other side of the door. Twice in one day. He couldn’t be so lucky.
    “Who the hell do you think you are?” she demanded when he opened the door. “We need to talk.”
    Without waiting for a response, she barged in. Matthew closed the door, locking in the familiar scent of her perfume that had drifted in