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seemed like he did. “I’m sorry I tried to hit you with the stapler.”
    A cynical smile touched his mouth for a few seconds, then disappeared. What would he look like if he smiled in joy? In wicked delight? She’d probably never know.
    “Whatever you did to make me pass out earlier… Could you teach me how to do it?” she asked.
    “Uh…no.”
    “You can’t or you won’t?”
    “Can’t.”
    Evelyn felt like picking up the stapler again and cracking him one, but instead she reined in her frustration. “I’ll make you a deal. Show me how you made me black out, and I won’t report that you tried to feel me up.”
    “Why you—” He scowled. “I wasn’t trying to feel you up. I was trying to take your stocking off to see the damage to your foot. Now let me see if you’re hurt.”
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    Night Scream
    Take off her stocking? In front of this sexy man?
    When she hesitated, he reached up and continued where he’d left off. His big hands reached up under her knee-length skirt to draw the nylon down with slow deliberation.
    The heat in his fingers seared her skin.
    She almost slapped his hand away, but then something strange happened. Her belly quivered with yearning desire as he drew the stocking down, down, down. Each brush of his skin against her leg sent warmth pooling deep in her loins. Her nipples tightened against her bra, and she thanked the heavens she wore one of those slightly padded bras so he couldn’t see her reaction. She perused his expression with surprise.
    The man looked enraptured as he watched the stocking slide over her knee, then over her calf, then all the way off her foot. He tossed the stocking across the back of the couch.
    Conall’s breath hissed in. He cupped her foot and she shivered as his warm fingers held her. “Damn. Look at that. Does it hurt?”
    The already expanding bruise on the top of her foot looked angry and felt tender.
    “Not really.”
    “Rotate your foot and wiggle your toes.”
    She did as asked.
    “Any pain now?” he asked.
    “It aches a little.”
    He carefully lowered her foot. “I don’t think you’ve broken any bones.”
    She grabbed the stocking off the back of the couch, intent on putting the nylon back on as quickly as possible. As she hitched her leg up and slipped the stocking over her toes, he stood. She slid the stocking up over her bruised skin.
    “I could say you sexually harassed me,” she said without hesitation as she drew the sock up over her calf and then thigh.
    “I could say you attacked an agent of the SIA and hampered his ability to function.”
    “What? How did I hamper you?”
    She skimmed her fingers over the lace top of her stocking to make sure it lay flat.
    Conall’s eyes held pure male interest as his gaze caressed her leg from ankle to thigh.
    Evidently he had no intention of answering her question.
    When she slipped on her shoe, she winced as dull pain wormed into her foot.
    She glanced at the outrageous agent in front of her. “Where is your identification badge?”
    “Left it in my desk drawer. I hate wearing the damn thing.”
    “That’ll get you into trouble with security sooner or later. I take it you wore it to work tonight?”
    His gaze held definite defiance. “I wouldn’t have gotten in the complex without it.
    You one of those people who sticks to all the rules no matter what?”
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    Denise A. Agnew
    She swallowed. “Rules are made up for a reason.”
    He scratched his stubbled jaw. “Made up is right.”
    More thunder rattled the complex. Rain pounded at the windows with an enraged beat.
    He walked toward the window and looked out. Lightning flashed and more angry rumbles echoed. Water splattered from drains, running down the street and into the storm drains at a flashflood rate.
    She sighed in irritation. “I don’t think I’ll be leaving here for a while.”
    Conall turned back to her, his eyes warming in a man-totally-interested-in-woman way. Emergency lights made strange shadows over his high