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But I want to.” He ran his gaze down her length in a look she almost felt. “You have my imagination working overtime.”
    That made two of them. Jillian had never felt this before, whatever it was. He turned her on like no guy ever had and she was usually the slow burn type, but her body seemed to have a mind of its own. Her bed had been empty since she’d come to work here, even some time before that. Cold, lonely, unsatisfying and empty . Could she really do it? Be calculating about it? No emotions to get in the way, no feelings to be hurt, nothing but pleasure, because if she was sure of anything, she was sure he’d give her pleasure. She’d been guilty of listening to the rumor mill where he was concerned and if there was any truth to them, he’d more than live up to the explicit promises in his gaze. Not to mention the bulge in his pants. A night of sex, pure and simple. Did she dare?
    She had to know first though. Perhaps it was why she’d never heard any hint of him messing around with anyone at the office.
    “Will it… Will this help my career in any way?”

Chapter Two
     
    Sam thought about lying. He did. It wouldn’t be the first time a chick had expected something in return, in appreciation, for granting him the use of her body. He no longer gave gifts or favors for sex, ever , but he’d never had such a violent and intense reaction to a woman before either.
    Lust he knew. Lust he recognized and acted on when it suited him and when it worked itself out of his system? He moved on. This was something else entirely or maybe it was just stronger than anything he’d felt before. Yeah, that must be it. That he was acting completely out of character registered on some vague level, but… Fuck , up close the resemblance was uncanny. And her name was Jillian. It couldn’t be a coincidence, could it? It wasn’t just that there were similarities, she looked exactly the same. Jillian was clearly older, but it was the same dark hair, the same clear, honey skin and the eyes… They weren’t exactly inviting him to do whatever he wanted to her, but they were the same shade of intense blue. Her body—just thinking about the body she might be hiding under the conservative pantsuit and what she might look like between her legs—kept him painfully hard. Somewhat embarrassing considering his erection was practically staring her in the face.
    He hadn’t been this out of control of his body since…well, since last night when he’d jacked off in front of the damn painting again. A painting that hung prominently at the foot of his bed, a painting he’d literally been obsessed with since he’d first seen it, a painting that looked remarkably like his senior financial analyst, Jillian Moore.
    He wanted her with a desperation that had him holding himself back with an effort from jumping her, but he couldn’t lie. He couldn’t, not even to ensure he got in her pants.
    “No,” he ground out, knowing he may have just blown his chances if she thought that’s the way he operated. Or if it was the way she did. Thinking she might be open to using sex to progress herself didn’t sit well with him. At all .
    “Fucking me will not improve your chances of promotion or your pay. Neither will it be detrimental to your career. This has nothing to do with work. This is just you and me, getting naked and getting off together. You’ve worked here for eighteen months, Jillian. I may be tough, demanding and moody as hell, but you have to know I’m fair.”
    He took a deep breath. It would kill him, but she’d have to take it or leave it. He was already thinking on his next tactic when he saw her nod. Jesus, it was so slight he might have missed it, could have misinterpreted it, maybe it didn’t mean what he thought.
    “Okay, then.” She sighed. “If you’d said yes, I would have had to tell you to go screw yourself.”
    Sam tried to hide the tremendous relief he felt and the sense of triumph, not to mention the images