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least of her problems as she felt a dampness between her weakening legs
    “Just dinner?” she breathed, then put more space between them.
    “I didn’t get to take you to a proper lunch.”
    “I’m going to be stuck here late tonight.”
    “There’s a Thai restaurant around here isn’t there?”
    “Yes.”
    “Can you work and eat at the same time?”
    “Why not tomorrow night?”
    “Statistically speaking, I fear you’ll forget me.”
    “You leave quite an impression.”
    “Do I now?”
    “Yes.”
    “I have to work tomorrow. My last girlfriend complained about my schedule getting in the way.”
    “There’s your problem.”
    “What’s that?”
    “She was a girl friend,” Jenna said. “A woman would have known you were worth the wait.”
    The sly smile that ran across Marcus’ lips had Jenna’s nipples peaking and the usually soft fabric of her bra now burned against delicate skin. She could see why his ex wanted him around every second of everyday. Then again if she ever wanted to make partner in this firm she couldn’t let a hot guy distract her on a daily basis.
    “Sunday night it is. Can I get your info or will you be here at seven?”
    “A.M. or P.M.?” Jenna sighed.
    “Work-a-holic?”
    “You have your dreams, I have mine.”
    “I like a girl that looks beyond the moment.”
    “I’m an architect. I can see for centuries.”
    “I want to know more about that on Sunday night.”
    Brenda knocked on the glass wall beside her door with an apologetic face.
    “Sorry, sorry,” Brenda inched past Marcus and placed another tube on Jenna’s desk. “Ferguson needs you to go over the casino and have a report for him by four-thirty.”
    “Just tell me Bennett didn’t touch it,” she said with a sigh as her fingers rocked the three-foot-long tube back and forth on her desk.
    “No, only partner candidates.” Brenda turned, scanned Marcus, then left. Thankfully Marcus had his back to Brenda when she bit her hand and made a very inappropriate gesture toward his ass.
    Jenna smiled, then wrote her cell number on the back of her business card.
    “Partner huh?” he said as he rocked back on his heels a little. Shit, shit, shit, Jenna thought.
    “Well, there are some one-liners that only work in the boardroom.” She handed Marcus her card. “You don’t have to wait until Sunday to use that.”
    “A man wouldn’t,” Marcus replied as he flicked the card with his finger and began walking backwards out of Jenna’s office.
    Jenna collapsed into her chair and let it roll back until it hit her art desk, knocking her back into reality. Casino review in about two hours. The only good news was it would be a quick Q and A and not a full-fledged double spaced report.
    “Oh, so you know,” Marcus popped his head back in her door and Jenna’s head shot up. “When you leaned down to write on your desk there…”
    “What?” Jenna sucked in her breath, imagining the rest of Marcus coming in to finish what he started. Already his phantom hands were encircling her hips and— .
    “You made me look forward to Sunday,” he said with a smirk and winked at her chest as he exited.
    “How did you meet Mr. Drop My Panties?” Brenda asked as she practically fell into Jenna’s office.
    Jenna had to pause a moment to compose herself. “You wouldn’t believe me.”

Chapter Two
    Marcus spent the next two days trying to not focus completely on Jenna Turner, but on Thursday when McMillian came into the briefing, his chance encounter in the park was all he could think of.
    “Jenna said you never called her?” Kurt said as he slid into the molded plastic chair next to Marcus.
    “Yeah, man, I don’t think it’s going to work out?”
    “Why?”
    Marcus flashed on Jenna McMillian’s grilling of his last five shifts and overly eager inquiries about his recent suspension. McMillian eyeballed him and Marcus wondered if his cousin mentioned anything about who he was talking to before she showed up. He didn’t