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went to Baron’s offices upstairs. Kara ducked in the bathroom to freshen up.
    She washed her hands, took lip gloss from her purse, and applied a trace amount on her lips then leaned back to take inventory of her appearance. Her hair was in its usual ponytail in the back and pinned back by one of her vintage clips, a perfect hairdo for her kind of work. She puled off the clip and quickly ran a comb through it. A little bit more makeup wouldn’t hurt, but al she had was lip gloss. She sighed at her tan pants and black top. Getting dressed up and putting on war paints would have bolstered her confidence but it wouldn’t change anything. She stil had to face the beefcake upstairs.
    She puled off her glasses, stared at her blurry image, and sighed. She should have worn her contacts instead of the glasses, but there was nothing she could do about that now. Besides, she’d rather not trip and fal across Baron’s desk because she couldn’t see the tip of her nose. That was how he ended up kissing her the last time.
    Kara pushed her glasses in place, stepped out of the bathroom, and hurried past Rick’s office. Upstairs, Gena Ray, Baron’s secretary, sat behind her desk, her irritated gaze on two young women waiting in the visitor’s corner—two plush couches with an antique coffee table to the right of her desk. Baron must stil be interviewing showroom attendants for his San Francisco galery.
    One of the girls wore a skimpy top that clearly indicated she wasn’t wearing a bra, which explained Gena’s annoyed expression.
    Kara covered a smile. Gena, a leggy and stunning brunette with a kick-ass wardrobe, ran Baron’s office like her private fiefdom. No one was alowed to see him without an appointment. Except me, which ticked her off to no end. But despite her territorial attitude toward Baron, she always acted and dressed professionaly.
    Anyone who didn’t know her might think she had a thing for the boss. Kara knew she was just a perfectionist when it came to office behavior and protocol. She was also happily married.
    As usual, the secretary scowled when she saw her. “Kara.”
    “Gena.” Kara gave her a brief smile.
    “You want to see Mr. Fitzgerald?”
    Why else would I be here? She didn’t understand why the woman insisted on using ‘Mr. Fitzgerald’ when both of them addressed him as Baron. Only the sales clerks were that formal with him. “Is he busy?”
    “As always.” She flipped through his appointment book.
    “But I can squeeze you in for a few minutes. He has an important conference cal in exactly five minutes.”
    In other words, don’t waste his time. Kara understood.
    “Thanks, Gena.”

    She stepped toward Baron’s door just as one of the girls from the couch spoke up. “Excuse me? We’ve been waiting to see him for almost an hour now and you’re letting her—”
    “I told you he’l see you when he’s ready. If you can’t wait, come tomorrow.”
    The conversation receded to the background as Kara knocked and waited for a response. When it came, she took a calming breath then another before pushing the door open.
    The large room was the seat of power, from the grey carpeting and the expensive knick-knacks around the room to the dark cherry desk. But the electrifying surge of energy came from the man behind the desk. He’d removed his jacket and his light blue shirt clung to his broad shoulders with careless elegance. His black hair, cropped short, suited him just like the longer style he’d sported years ago. It realy didn’t matter what he wore or how he styled his hair, Baron exuded raw sexuality.
    He looked up and locked his bottomless blue eyes on her.
    His gaze was like a physical touch. The hairs on her arms lifted in response, and gentle wash of warmth made her stomach curl.
    Baron had known Kara was his visitor long before he looked up. Her scent, woodsy with a hint of wild flowers had a way of making the back of his neck tingle. His eyes skimmed over her slender, yet