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you’re going to a nightclub. Or more like you just got thrown out of one.”
    “I’m sorry, Gwyneth! I had a bit too much to drink and… um… well, you know how it goes.”
    Kiara slumped down on a chair, fighting the urge to rest her head on her hands and just take a real quick little nap. No one would notice, right?
    “No, no I don’t know how it goes. Are you ready to give the presentation? Can you even think straight? And hell, what is that smell? Were you drinking tequila last night?”
    “Tequila and everything else. Yes, I can give the presentation, as long as you have the slides. And I didn’t have time to go and change, I barely just made it to the meeting to begin with.”
    Her thighs rubbing together, spreading the wetness that had gathered when she had had to make her less than courteous exit from Damien’s place was a cruel reminder of how much life loved playing tricks on her. For once she’d met a man who was handsome, smart, hot and not a creep (from the snippets of conversation she could recall), and instead of getting to enjoy that, she’d have to half-ass both her love life and her career in one fell swoop. Delightful.
    “Here, wear this,” Gwyneth said, her tone dripping with annoyance as she slipped out of her expensive black blazer and handed it to Kiara.
    She gave the garment a long evaluating look, but hearing footsteps in the corridor, snatched it and quickly slipped it on. There was no way it was going to button in the front – Gwyneth was a slim blonde and she a much curvier woman – but it would have to do. At least she could pretend that she was going for some kind of a street style instead of just looking like she was halfway through a walk of shame. Which wasn’t entirely untrue.
    “They’re coming,” Gwyneth whispered, and Kiara conjured the bright, friendly smile back on her lips that she’d perfected over the years of working in advertising.
    A certain level of self-control and the ability to bullshit herself through anything was a necessity with the job. And she was going to need every ounce of those skills after seeing who walked through the doors.
    The collection of high-brand clothes and Italian leather shoes could have taken any burgeoning fashionista’s breath away, but Kiara was left gasping for air because of something else entirely. Those wicked blue eyes that she’d fallen into so readily last night were now staring at her from across the wide mahogany meeting room table, giving her a wink and threatening to make her knees buckle underneath her like so much rubble.
    What the hell is he doing here!? Kiara thought desperately.
    She fought to keep the rigid smile on her lips as she was introduced to the seemingly endless collection of company execs, mostly in their late thirties or early forties and all looking like a spread in a lifestyle magazine.
    A gorgeous young brunette by the name of Eliza Whitcomb-Divinad made Kiara’s sensors buzz, warning her that the slim, model-looking woman was trouble, but other than that, Kiara only had enough mental capacity to focus on the giant mess she had got herself into.
    The secretary who had shown Kiara in made the introduction she had been fearing the most.
    “Kiara Lockett, may I present Damien Thatch, the CEO of Divinad Enterprises.”
    “Pleased to meet you,” Kiara managed to croak before Damien’s warm palm engulfed her hand in his and flashes of their time spent together rushed through her mind, making her core throb with painful need.
    The Damien Thatch? One of the most influential men in the country and by far the most notorious billionaire bachelor in the world? How had Kiara Lockett, a simple marketing specialist, managed to snag a night with the hottest man ever – according to People magazine – without even recognizing him? There was no way she was going to stop blushing for even a second during the presentation.
    It was going to be impossible to focus with him in the room, his eyes on her and those