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grabbed another tuna roll off my thigh and jammed out of the restaurant before I could say sayonara.
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    I kept pressing the on button on my cell phone, but nothing happened. It was dead. Damn, they shut off my service. I told them I’d pay them soon. A lot of good that did me. How was I going to call for help? There was no pay phone in the dressing room or anywhere in the restaurant.
    I grabbed the short pink kimono Cindy had left hanging on the door and put it on and then peeled off the yellow flower petals sticking to my breasts. The thick adhesive tape smarted when I pulled it off. I let the kimono hang loose as I walked around the dressing room, pressing the button and then sliding and tapping my fingers all over the screen, trying to make it work—
    “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
    I spun around. It was him.
    Looking angry but gorgeous. I let out a deep sigh. Why did this guy have to be so damned good-looking? I almost wished we were back in the copy room. Me with my butt up in the air and him behind me, sliding down my jeans.
    That was before I knew he was a thief. I couldn’t drop my guard around him.
    Not this time.
    “Did you forget something?” I said, cocky.
    “Yes. You .”
    “What?” I asked, not understanding.
    “I had a feeling you wouldn’t follow my orders.” He came closer; I stepped back. “Put down that phone.”
    “What if I don’t?” I said, stalling. I pretended to text a message on a screen that was darker than my roots. Lucky for me he couldn’t see that.
    “I’ll have to take you with me.”
    Oh, my God, he was going to kidnap me.
    “Like hell you are.”
    In spite of my wild attraction to this hottie, I had no desire to become a missing person statistic.
    I ran for the tiny bathroom, hoping to lock myself in, when he did some fancy martial arts move on me and knocked the cell phone out of my hand. When I leaned over to pick it up, he grabbed me around the waist and then reached inside my short pink kimono and pinched my nipples.
    “I’ve been wanting to do that since I saw you lying on that table looking as sexy as hell,” he said with a big smile.
    “Why don’t you take your hot chopsticks and go play somewhere else,” I said, shooting him a cool “I’m not interested” look. I refused to let him turn me on.
    Instead, I tried to kick him in the balls.
    He anticipated my maneuver and backed away with a hip-hop move any rapper would envy and sidestepped my foot.
    “You vixen,” he said, growling. Then he grabbed me around the ankle and knocked me off balance. I slid down to the floor, landing on my butt.
    “Ye—ow!” I cried out.
    “Ready to give up?” he asked, staring at me.
    “No way, José.”
    Winded, I started kicking wildly with my bare feet, my kimono open and spread around me. I pushed out my chest, my nipples pointing straight up, begging for him to bite them. Hoping he’d take the bait so I could try out the karate chop I learned in a self-defense class. I had no time to lose. My ex-boss could already be hogtied and quartered in a dark alley like a bluefin tuna ready for market.
    “You leave me no choice, Pepper,” he said in a husky voice. Before I could take a breath, he sat on me, grabbing my wrists and slapping handcuffs on me with the finesse of a man used to tying women up.
    “ Let go of me! ” I yelled.
    “Not until you calm down, you little hellcat.”
    “Then what are you going to do?” I asked. “Make raw sushi out of me?”
    “You almost ruined six months of work with your sex games.”
    “Sex games?” I said. “ You’re the one stalking Mr. Briggs. Breaking into the company offices and seducing a helpless employee—”
    “You? Helpless?” He laughed. “I’ve never seen a woman with so much fire in her.”
    That gave me an idea. A smart girl would use her sex appeal to talk her way out of this situation.
    I slowed my breathing and changed my tactics. “You’re not going to leave without satisfying me....” I