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trying hard to keep a smile from forming. “I see. Well, I’ll be here until six,” he said smoothly, not in the least put off by her cool demeanor.
    â€œYou seem very sure of yourself, Mr. Michaels.”
    â€œThat’s what makes me so good at what I do.” His eyes burned into hers. “And you can call me Sean.”
    He’s an arrogant— but she wouldn’t let the words form in her head. “I’ll think about both.” Khendra tucked her portfolio securely under her arm. “And by the way, you’re headed in the wrong direction,” she added, feeling the infantile need to knock him off his pedestal. She proceeded down the corridor, never once looking back at the figure that continued to stare at her.
    Sean chuckled inwardly, while carelessly leaning against the wall, watching her graceful movements. He was fascinated by the luxurious auburn hair that hung loosely on her proud shoulders. The seductive swaying of her slightly rounded hips beneath her blazer assured him that fire lay beneath her polished surface. Her skin tone reminded him of the finest brandy when held up to the light.
    Yes, he had to get to know this very interesting woman and find out if she was everything he had heard she was and what he had done to cause the glint of challenge that lit those earthy brown eyes. He was sure that beneath her cool exterior, there was much, much more. He was determined to unleash it. After all, they were neighbors, and maybe when they got to know each other he would find the something he so desperately needed in his life. As long as it didn’t interfere with his plans.

CHAPTER TWO
    Khendra entered her office and gently closed the door behind her. She was fully aware that Mr. Sean Michaels’ eyes were recording her every movement, and she was determined to show him he hadn’t affected her in the least; a monumental feat, considering her heart was hammering in her chest like an automated set of African drums.
    She leaned against the closed door, briefly shut her eyes, and took a calming breath. So he thought he could just stroll in, steal her thunder and then charm her out of her shoes. Well, Mr. Sean Michaels had another think coming! She was his equal on every level, and she’d prove it. Maybe she would take him up on his offer of dinner, just to show him a thing or two.
    She marched toward her desk, then halted midway. Stop deluding yourself, she thought, slowly releasing her clenched jaw. A soft smile of realization formed around her lips. You know good and well Sean Michaels is one of the most devastatingly handsome men you’ve set your eyes on in a long time. And his getting the case has nothing to do with how fast your heart is racing. Let’s face it, it wasn’t his fault the firm chose him to handle that particular case. How could he know the inner workings of MC&P?
    She had judged him unfairly, she admitted, without giving him a chance. But why in heaven’s name did the very man who could steal her glorious reign have to be the same man who had just made her feel all the sensations she thought she had buried with all the other memories?
    She knew she would have to be careful. If his stunning good looks and smooth conversation were any indication of his personality, he’d probably just as soon slide into her bed as stab her in the back to get ahead. She had met his type before and remembered all too well.
    There you go again, she warned herself. She took a deep breath and mentally repeated the litany Charisse had implanted in her brain: “Every man is not out to get something. Just be the jury and not the judge!”
    She rounded her desk and slipped down into her worn leather chair, deciding she would at least give him the benefit of the doubt, unless he proved he didn’t deserve her trust. She was going to be practical, she concluded. But when she visualized how he had looked at her, thrilling sparks of current raced