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bag.
    “I got it covered.”
    “Thanks,” Sara said as she headed for the stairwell. She pushed the heavy door with all her might. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
    “ ’Bye!” Molly kept her smile intact until the door closed with a metallic click.
    Dang it! Molly lifted her arm and grabbed the to-do list. She glared at the unchecked item: confirm ad agency meeting.
    She slapped the notepad onto her desk and covered her face with her hands. She could do this. Cover her tracks. She was practically a pro at it.
    Molly looked at the clock. It was almost five. How much did she want to bet everyone at the ad agency was gone for the day?
    She punched in the numbers, gnawing her bottom lip as she devised her story. Her mood brightened when a live person answered on the other end.
    “Hi, this is Molly Connors from Ashton ImageWorks. I’m following up on a message I left earlier today. I haven’t received a reply.” She closed her eyes, silently apologizing for whoever was going to get blamed for the “breakdown” of communication.
    But by the time she hung up the phone, the meeting was confirmed. Molly scratched the task off of her list with a swipe of her pencil, hoping she didn’t get anyone in trouble. She had a feeling that kind of karma was going to turn around and smack her good one of these days.
    “Where’s Sara?”
    Molly’s heart lurched into her throat at the sound of Kyle’s low voice. Her arms and legs suddenly felt floppy as she felt an electric rush scream through her veins.
    “She’s…” Didn’t Sara say she used up her sick leave? Molly didn’t want to get the executive assistant in trouble. “She’s in a meeting.”
    Molly risked a look at him. He was really too handsome. All hard lines and angles from his slanted cheekbones to his uncompromising chin.
    It was too distracting. Made her mind go to mush. She could vaguely remember what she was talking about. “It’s going to last a few hours and she said she’ll go home afterward.”
    Kyle frowned. “What meeting?”
    Oh, why did you have to go and ask that? Molly was about to concoct a meeting. It was on the tip of her tongue when she decided not to take the chance. She always blathered like an idiot around Kyle Ashton.
    “I don’t know,” she said as she systematically turned off her computer. “Would you like me to find out?” Say no, say no, say no …
    She felt his piercing gaze. Molly didn’t need to see if he was watching her. Her skin stung with awareness.
    “No,” he said slowly. “You can go home.”
    Hey, that ESP thing can work. Molly smiled big at Kyle. “Good night.”
    “Good night, Molly.”
    Oooh. Her shoulder blades twitched as her spine tingled. There was something about the way he said that. Low and husky and full of promise. She was still buzzing from it on her bus ride home.
    What was it about that guy? Molly rolled her eyes at the rhetorical question. Well, yes, his body was to die for, but it was the way he moved. She sensed power—real power—lurking under iron restraint.
    That command of his senses probably made him amazing in bed. She wanted to experience it, but most of all she wanted to shatter his self-control. She wanted to face the fierce wildness he kept hidden.
    Like that was ever going to happen. She’d seen his choice of women. Debutantes, heiresses, celebrities. Receptionists weren’t on that list.
    And that was fine. Sure, it was. She didn’t need the drama. She already had enough in her life. Like which bill she should pay this month. The water bill or the power bill? Eenie-meenie-minie-mo.
    The Kyle Ashtons of the world didn’t bother with that sort of thing. Molly laid her head against the cold bus window and stared out into the darkness. Heck, he probably owned water and electric companies.
    Nor did the Kyles of the world date women like her. She might spend her days on the luxurious executive floor, but she spent her off hours in a cockroach infested “studio” apartment. She took