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disturbing. The only way she knew how to handle the situation was in a businesslike manner, though her insides yearned for another approach.
    â€œAre you looking for someone? Perhaps I can point you in the right direction,” she said, a part of her hoping they were heading the same way.
    â€œActually,” he began somewhat sheepishly, “I’m heading toward my office.”
    Her eyebrows lifted in surprise. “Really? I guess this is my day for getting caught off guard.”
    â€œExcuse me?” He gave her a curious look.
    â€œNothing. Just thinking out loud. So…where is your office?”
    â€œRight down the hall, I think.” He pulled a card from the breast pocket of his midnight blue suit. “According to the receptionist, my office is opposite a Khendra Phillips’. Do you know her?”
    Khendra’s stomach fluttered. “Very well, actually. I’m Khendra Phillips.” She gave him a tentative smile. “And you are…?”
    He returned her smile. “So you’re the formidable Ms. Phillips.” He was pleased by the bright colors she wore, which were totally in contrast to the somber hues that pervaded the legal industry. His eyes quickly slid over her curvaceous figure, as he concentrated hard to keep his mind focused on the conversation at hand.
    â€œI’ve heard great stories about your legal wizardry.” His satiny voice caressed her statuesque form as he spoke. “The newspaper photos do you no justice.”
    As his dark eyes once again roamed over her body, Khendra had the dizzying sensation of being stripped bare under his heated gaze. A slow throb pumped steadily inside her, as though warning her of the unseen danger that lingered behind those volcanic orbs. Then that heart-stopping voice brought her back to reality.
    â€œIt’s nice to finally meet you. I’m Sean Michaels.” Khendra’s smile slowly dissolved.
    â€œProblem?” His brows creased at her sudden change in expression.
    So this was Sean Michaels! The hot-shot attorney from New York who had stolen a golden opportunity from her. Her anger rushed to the surface in waves.
    â€œI guess I don’t feel too formidable today,” she said curtly.
    His thick eyebrows rose in surprise. “Tough case?”
    â€œNo. Tough politics.” She gave him a cutting smile. “I’ve really got to be going, Mr. Michaels.” She started to move away.
    â€œMaybe you’d like to talk about it,” he called out to her retreating back.
    She stopped and turned toward him, confusion and surprise outlining her eyes.
    â€œThat is, if you want to. I have a very sympathetic ear.” He shifted the stack of briefs under his arm and gave her the most unsettling look as he waited for her response.
    â€œI don’t know if that—”
    â€œHow about this? Why don’t I take you to dinner when we sign off?” He shrugged his left shoulder and tilted his head to the side, looking at her through dark lashes. “We can talk about anything you’d like. No shop talk.” When she didn’t respond, he added, “I could really do with some beautiful company. It gets pretty lonely when you’re new in town.”
    She almost let herself forget who he was, as she felt herself being slowly swallowed up in the hypnotic cadence of his voice, the magic of his smile. Then she quickly regained her senses. He’s good, real good. He almost had me fooled for a minute.
    â€œI doubt it very seriously, Mr. Michaels. I’m sure I’m not the kind of company you’re looking for.”
    â€œWhy? Are you married?”
    â€œNo.” She suddenly felt flustered by the possessive way he looked at her—very casual, but unyielding. “Anyway, I don’t think my personal life is any of your business,” she snapped, feeling as if she had to defend herself.
    He tilted his chin up and observed her from an angle,