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interview without her?
    “ Anna, I've got to
go.”
    The plush carpet quieted the sound of
her heels, and the only click was Anna, finally, hanging up.
Passing the receptionist—blonde, young and pretty—she grabbed some
Kleenex and dabbed her damp face. Very little makeup came off.
Still she dug into her purse for lipstick and reapplied the
siren-red shade. Not missing a step, she followed the curve of the
hallway and dropped the Kleenex, lipstick, phone and earbud into
her purse.
    Nicole gave herself a moment to breathe
deep and dispel any irritation. Calm. Efficient. Capable. Since
she'd practiced how that looked in the mirror, Nicole knew she
looked every inch of those words.
    She turned the doorknob to her office
and stepped inside. Her gaze barely glossed over the back of the
client's head. Her gaze was too busy drinking in, and disbelieving,
who sat at her desk. The man's angular cheek bones gave his bronzed
skin a striking balance. The peak of his nose was thick but sharp.
Yet the steel-blue glint of his eyes held a depth that left her
breathless. She knew what it felt like to be under that intense
gaze.
    The last time she'd seen him, his hair
had been mussed and tousled by continually running her fingers
through the ebony strands. He'd looked rakish and exactly like the
type of man you took to bed, but she got to know he was the type of
man you wanted around long after the sex glow dimmed. He was a man
who had started the small shift within her to relax and have a
little fun.
    Now, not a strand of hair dared to
stick out from the slicked-back style. He looked like a shark. A
shark perched behind her desk as though it was his.
    Damn him.
    “ Sebastian?” The name
spilled from her lips.
     
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