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needed, and when his mouth almost brushed mine, he closed
his eyes. I grabbed the back of his neck and used my legs as
leverage to lift him above my body, flipping him over me onto his
back.
    As I’d
expected, the confusion in his beautiful eyes was priceless. I
straddled him and gripped his wrists above his head, leaning
forward. The instant response underneath my ass couldn’t have made
me happier. Cross wanted me more than I had thought. And God, how
much I wanted him!
    “What merits
would those be?” I asked, squeezing my shoulders together, knowing
very well how the valley between my breasts narrowed, popping the
twins high up in my tank top.
    “God, you’re
going to drive me crazy with those, aren’t you?” he growled,
lowering his gaze to my cleavage.
    “At one point
they used to be one of my best weapons for good tips.” I bit my
lip. “But I’m sure you already know that.” As much as I wanted to
deny how I’d paid my way through college, there was no way Cross
wasn’t aware of my stripping days.
    “They still
are,” he said as if mesmerized. “You know the job is yours,
Allie.”
    Was it really
possible that Cross would hire me just like that? His captivating
hazels seemed to speak the truth, but it was difficult for me to
believe that for once my life would be uncomplicated and this
good.
    “Thank you,” I
whispered, aware of my rising chest and his mouth somehow closing
in, even though I was on top. “I still want to prove myself.”
    “Your
credentials speak for themselves, Allie.”
    “So applying
is just a formality?”
    “Yes. But your
questioning makes me wonder whether you want this job as much as I
want you” – he paused – “to have it.”
    “Why do you
want me” – this time I took longer to answer – “to have the
job?”
    “This isn’t
the right time to discuss it.” He looked up at Cole, who was
pulling a handful of windex-soaked paper towels across one of the
mirrors. “But I really need you.”
    I wanted to
believe Cross referred to the job, but part of me wondered whether
his true desire hid in his shorts underneath my ass.
    “Right. And
what are we going to do about this?” I wiggled my hips over his
hardness. Denying I wanted to strip him right there was pointless,
but he was still a potential employer, nothing more. I couldn’t
ruin my chance at working for Cross, even if he said the paperwork
was a formality. “I can’t work for someone who wants to be in my
pants.”
    “I want more
than to be in your pants, Allie. But if you wish, I promise to keep
my hands and my dick to myself.”
    I wouldn’t
exactly mind if Cross broke the promise. His appetizing lips were
begging to be smothered and moistened. This wasn’t part of my plan.
I didn’t want to be attracted to Cross. And I didn’t want to use
sex to get what I wanted. Not anymore. Perhaps I should just sleep
with him and get it out of the way.
    As fast as I’d
flipped him, Cross took hold of my arms, and I was once again on my
back. This time when he straddled me, the hunger in his eyes
glowed. He lowered his body, his chest flat against my front, until
his elbows rested at my sides.
    “You’ll visit
your mother, then come to my office on Friday morning. Everything
will be ready.”
    “Okay,” I
breathed, finally giving in.
    He turned his
head to the right. “I think we’re putting on a show.”
    “What?” I
followed Cross’s gaze to a group of ladies lined up behind the
glass wall, watching us with intent. I hadn’t realized time had
passed so quickly and the morning rush had arrived.
    Heat flowed to
my face.
    “You look
beautiful when you blush.”
    “You should
get off me.” I felt my muscles tense.
    “I should, and
I will, but know that I don’t want to.”
    My heart
flip-flopped as Cross lifted his beautifully aroused body off me.
“I’ll send a car at seven tomorrow morning.”
    “Okay.”
    A lady covered
her mouth as he strolled out of the exercise room, his full