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They caht and he turned to face her, his eyes boring into her soul “Kissing rossed you out?”

With his gaze fixed on her, she couldn’t lie to him Not even when that hat she really wanted to do Instead she blurted out the e of ways

“Kissing you didn’t gross me out” Except at the abandoned way she’d kissed him back when she knew better

“What did kissing me do?” His voice was husky, confident, as if he knew exactly what his kisses did to women

Of course he knehat his kisses did to women

Just as she knew

Kissing Vale made women crazy, fanatical, addicted She knew that She’d watched his effect on wo near him in any capacity not business-related

Vale didn’t mix business and pleasure He just didn’t Not ever

Only he had by kissing her

“Kissing youto this when I had the opportunity to spend a weekend relaxing at ho me to meet you at the office for yet more work”

His eyes narrowed into deep blue slits “You don’t like working with me?”

“I love my job, but someday I do hope to have a life outside work”

“What kind of life?”

Why on earth had she started this conversation? Or had he started it? Either way, she wanted out

“The usual,” she said dryly, grateful they’dhe’d let their new subject drop