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herself it didn’t mean he’d given her the naughty gifts as well. Until he blew that theory out of the water.
    She should be happy. Instead she was running scared, like a rabbit. Why? Because I got what I wanted and now I don’t know how to deal with it.
    Shaking her head in disgust at her own illogic, she grabbed her purse from the desk and headed toward the door.
    “Molly, wait.”
    She stopped and turned to see Josh bearing down on her. His face was a mixture of concern and frustration. When he finally arrived at her side, he reached out and tucked a strand of her hair behind an ear, causing a shiver to race up her spine.
    “Is everything okay? You rushed out of there pretty quick.”
    She nodded, unable to speak for a moment. His touch ignited all the pleasure sensors in her body. She wanted to just lean into him, but at the same time she felt as if she were in a dream and any minute she’d wake up to find it was all just a cruel joke. “Sorry I took off like that. I just needed…some air.” Some time to come to terms with the fact she’d been fooling around with her boss was more like it.
    “Come here.” Josh grabbed her hand and pulled her the few feet until they were in his office. “Why don’t you sit down and I’ll get you something to drink.”
    Molly sank into the couch, grateful to be able to relax, if only for a minute. She needed to get her bearings and figure this out, if only so she could explain it to him. Because she knew without a doubt he’d want to hear why she’d run. Closing her eyes, she felt the tension slowly seep from her body. Until she heard the sound of a cork pop. She opened her eyes to look around the room and realized he’d closed the door behind them so no one knew they were there. And he was, at this very moment, pouring them each a glass of wine. As if her mind wasn’t fuzzy enough already.
    He handed her a half-full wineglass. “Here. Just a sip, to calm your nerves a bit.”
    She did as he suggested and to her surprise he was right. As the warmth from the wine seeped into her blood stream, she could feel herself beginning to return to a normal keel. “Thank you.”
    He joined her on the couch, taking a sip of his own wine before asking, “So do you want to tell me why you ran away?”
    She decided to try and turn the tables on him and asked, “No, but why don’t you tell me why the big charade?”
    Instead of chagrin, however, Josh just smiled. “I had no hidden agenda, other than to tease and tantalize you all week. Did it work?”
    She could feel her face flame as she remembered all the things she’d said and done. “Yes, you know it did.”
    “Good.” He set his glass down on the table and moved closer to her, taking her own glass from her nerveless fingers and placing it on the table next to his. “Are you ready to explain your running out of there?”
    “I didn’t run, I ‑‑”
    “Yes, that’s right, you needed some air.”
    “Exactly.” Why she felt the need to hide her cowardice she had no idea.
    “So why did the knowledge that I’d been the one giving you the gifts suddenly have you looking for air?”
    “I…ah…” Damn him and his logical brain. She couldn’t think of an argument fast enough.
    “Do you want to know what I think?”
    Molly blinked and nodded.
    “I think you were scared.”
    She shook her head in denial. “I’m not scared of you.”
    Josh leaned forward until they were mere inches apart. Although she felt like pulling back, she’d just declared she wasn’t scared of him so she held her ground. The heat from his body was palpable and she could smell his cologne, some musky, masculine scent that made her want to drool.
    “I’m glad to hear that. But I don’t think it’s me you’re scared of. I think it’s this.” He closed the gap between them, pulling her toward him. Slipping one hand around to the nape of her neck, he bent his head to capture her lips.
    With a fierceness Molly never expected from him, Josh