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and too much family.”
    He seemed sincere, as if he wanted to distance himself from his father’s reputation and forge his own. So far he’d been nothing but professional in this meeting with no hint of the flirting from the weekend. If anything, she’d be the one having difficulty focusing on work with him and his sexy presence distracting her.
    “How about this,” she said. “I’ll make a deal with you: I’ll give you this working trip, then make a decision after we get back.”
    “Excellent.”
    He grinned, and it was a good thing she was already sitting. If she hadn’t been, she’d likely have gone weak in the knees and collapsed in an embarrassing puddle on the floor. Hunter Caine’s face transformed when he smiled, from a stern, serious CEO into a beautiful man. His eyes lit up and sparkled, surrounded by the most sexy crinkles she’d ever seen. Straight teeth filled his smile, and all she could think was how happy it made her that she’d put that smile on his face.
    It took effort not to do something silly like wave her hand in front of her face like a swoony Victorian woman, or lick her lips and gaze longingly at him. Her erratic heartbeat and shallow breath was bad enough. It was the stupidest, most junior-high feeling she’d had since she’d been a teenager, but good God, Hunter Caine was fucking gorgeous and she suddenly doubted her ability to keep her hands off him and her mind on work while in Costa Rica.

Hunter shifted in the seat of his private jet, adjusting himself to relieve some of the throbbing caused by his not-so-fake attraction to Allison. He’d realized when she got up and left his office the mistake he’d made. Her perfect rounded ass had mocked him as she walked out, followed closely by the miles of gorgeous legs in her just-perfectly-tight skirt and conservative black pumps.
    They’d made travel arrangements for a week beyond the meeting in his office, and he’d spent the ensuing week struggling not to ogle her. It was a fucking impossibility.
    She’d been nothing but completely professional the entire time. Not even a hint of awareness of him. She was all business all the time, which irritated the hell out of him because he was usually the focused executive. He always had a tight rein on his emotions and handled everything to do with business with orderly precision.
    Until Allison sauntered into his office. Since then his grip on the haughty executive image had begun to crumble.
    Now she sat across the aisle from him wearing skinny jeans and a dark gray linen blouse unbuttoned just enough to show off both the necklace she’d chosen—which he hadn’t noticed other than to acknowledge it existed—and the top of her cleavage—which he tried not to stare at.
    Shortly into the flight she’d opened her Kindle and had been reading ever since, leaving him with his stupid fantasies and inflating erection.
    Using his phone, he pulled up the internet. Maybe reading dry, unsexy financial news would distract him. Opening Bloomberg business news, he settled in to read the headlines.
    Allison crossed her legs and bounced her foot in the aisle between them. He watched from the corner of his eye. She’d removed her shoes, and he clenched his jaw at the sight of her pretty foot. Smooth skin, perfect toes, pink polish. He had a sudden urge to suck on her toes.
    Jesus. He needed to get a grip. Her fucking foot, of all things, had him turned on. He was not a foot man.
    He put his phone down and closed his eyes. Maybe a nap would shut down his sex drive.
    That could be his problem. As simple as that. He tried to remember the last time he’d had sex, and couldn’t. He’d been too damn busy taking over the company. So, it had just been too long, and he needed to get laid.
    Seemed simple enough. He’d spent a week working with Allison who was, admittedly, a beautiful woman and now they were headed to a resort where they’d pretend to be a couple. He just had a lot of pent up sexual