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It ell past ten and Brenda’s six-year-old daughter was probably already fast asleep, but Elizabeth had figured out the first day she’d worked with the woirl It was the only thing about the woman Elizabeth liked And envied

“Okay Thanks”

Elizabeth waited until Brenda had gathered her purse and disappeared down the long hallway toward the elevator before she headed back to the party

“Well, hello”

She’d alet about Roark Black in the tenwith Brenda, but here he was, less than five feet away, leaning his broad shoulder against one of the two-foot-wide colu

Da He practically oozed lusty one the traditional bow tie with his tux and left the top buttons undone on his white shirt Rakish and sexy, he set her pulse to purring

You swore off bad boys forever, remember?

And Roark Black was as bad a bad boy as they got Even his naave her the shivers

Yet earlier, there she’d stood, daydreah his thick wavy hair Brown in color, the shade rereat aunt’s sheared beaver coat She’d loved the sensual drag of the soft fur against her bare skin

“Can I get you so?” she asked

One side of his ht you’d never ask”

His tone invited her to s His eyes dared her to strip off her black dress and give hilimpse of what lay beneath

She sed hard “Is there so you need?” The second the question passed her lips, she wished it back Was she trying to play into his hands?

“Sweetheart—”

“Elizabeth” She shoved out her hand all professional like “Elizabeth Minerva I’m your event planner”

She expected hirip Instead, he cupped it, turned her paler down the middle of it Her body went on full alert like a state penitentiary with aprisoner