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Oh no Ever since she'd hightailed it out of Taz's and Bianca's engage tabs on her and tracking just howat the B-Squad's headquarters She'd barely noticed, of course Isaac Camacho and his overabundance of sex appeal was just another thing she didn't have time for

So why is you belly doing that triple-flip thing as you watch that handsoht toward you?

Stapling her inner hussy's lips shut, she forced her gaze back to the ain"

"So churros" He held up a brown paper bag, drawing her attention back where it had no business being "They're still hot from my kitchen"

God save her thighs Living a life of culinary denial for the past thirty years had given her a sweet tooth that couldn't be denied—just the kind of thing that called for friend dough rolled in cinnaar

Sure Blame your fascination on the churros Not Isaac's biceps and pecs shown off to perfection in a black T-shirt or his confident strut or his teined all over you while you circled your clit until you caht

"You ht over at Casa Camacho had whipped them up while probably naked except for a frilly pink apron

Not liking the sizzle of jealousy that thought caused, she turned and headed back down the hall toward her office and away fro her off task

"You doubta few steps behind her

"In the kitchen?" she scoffed

"Trust ot skills for every room in the house Your kitchen, however, has shoes in the stove"

She jerked to a stop just inside her office and spun around to face hi at her cheeks "What do youin my house?"

The s bastard didn't even have the smarts to look e else, it looked good on him It wasn't fair

"I was beefing up Lash's security ainst the doorjamb and crossed one booted foot over the other—the picture of a man at home no matter where he was "It seems you weren't exactly honest with him about your needs in that department"

Pushing away any question of what it would be like to be that coure out what to say next, she walked to her desk and sat down Her heart was still ha knees giving her away once she was settled in behind her desk Sitting in the ergonomically adjusted chair, she opened her laptop with its alphabetically organized virtual folders and color-coded eanized desktop and brand new Manolos on her feet She had one, if not the other, and she'd learned to accept that Her life had taken a left turn fro what she needed theTa that mattered