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breathtaking. She smiled. “I suppose we'll soon see.”
    The hall's doors were opened and Darbi and Melissa were soon occupied with answering question and accepting resumes. The morning passed quickly. She and Melissa took turns taking breaks and a forty-five minute lunch each. During the day, another woman joined the woman manning Fra-Tech’s booth, but there was no sign of Clayton Frazier.
    As the fair was about to end for the day at three p.m., Darbi glanced up and found herself looking into the piercing green eyes of a man seated behind the desk in the Fra-Tech booth.
    Her heart raced and she went wet, recalling how dark his eyes had looked the night before as he gazed down into her eyes while cupping her ass in his palms and slowly sliding his cock into her.
    He gave her a brief smile and looked away.
    Only then did she realize he was not the man she had spent the night with. Like her lover of the night before, he had green eyes and was drop-dead gorgeous. But there was no silver at the temples of his short, dark hair, and he did not have the deep tan of the man she'd spent the night with. But his resemblance to her lover of the previous night was too striking to be coincidental.
    She knew from Sharde that Clayton Frazier was close to forty and he was drop-dead gorgeous. Her one-night stand had been stunningly handsome. Not only had he told her his name was Clay, but he'd had a visible reaction when she'd told him her name.
    As the implications sank in, she closed her eyes briefly. He'd known then who she was. It was just her luck to have slept with her company's biggest rival. Way to go, Darbi. When you screw up, you do it big time.
    “Darbi? Are you all right?”
    “What?” She blinked and looked at Melissa. “I'm sorry. I'm a little tired and my thoughts wandered.” She glanced at her watch. “It's about time to wrap things up here, Melissa. Why don't you head out? I'll hang around in case any stragglers come along.”
    “You're sure?”
    She nodded. “Yes.”
    Melissa gathered a folder full of resumes and sat them on the desk. “Great. Then I'll see you tomorrow.”
    She nodded. “Thanks so much for your hard work today.”
    Melissa smiled. “Thanks for not pulling rank and allowing me to pick my lunch time.”
    She smiled. “My pleasure.”
    She watched Melissa gather her briefcase and leave before turning her attention to the stack of resumes. After a quick nap, she'd have dinner, and spend the evening looking through them. Then maybe she'd work out such things as what to do about having slept with Clayton Frazier and decide if she should call Sharde and tell her.
    She closed her eyes briefly. Or worse yet, would she need to tell Jefferson? Oh, lord, what a mess.
    “Hi.”
    She looked up into the green gaze of the man who could only be Clayton Frazier's younger brother. She smiled and rose, extending her hand. “Hello.”
    “Damien Frazier from Fra-Tech.”
    “Darbi Raymond, Calder Technologies.” She moistened her lips. “Are you and Mr. Frazier related?”
    “We're brothers.”
    “Oh.”
    “Do you know Clay?”
    “Know him?” She had carnal knowledge of him, but she didn't know him. “I don't believe we've ever been introduced.”
    He gave her a brief, intense stare before smiling. “Ahhh. I thought perhaps you two might have met last night.”
    Oh, hell! Had he told his brother about sleeping with her? “Is he here?”
    “Not anymore. Did you want to see him?”
    “Yes.” She noted the lack of surprise in his green gaze at her admission. “Where is he?”
    “Back in Philly by now.”
    So after she'd confessed her shameless desire to sleep with him as often as possible, he'd hightailed it back to Philly. So much for liking her more than he should. The big, cowardly ox had known all along who she was and that he'd had no intentions of sharing any more than a one-night stand with her.
    Damien glanced around the hall. “Everything seems to be wrapping up here. How did the day go for