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seemed human.
    But despite his casual chatter, Jared kept his smooth façade
in place. She had no way to judge whether he enjoyed her company or wanted the
meal to end so he could get away from her. Even when he told a humorous tale
about the time he’d nearly crashed the entire JaBro computer system, he showed
no emotion other than a restrained smile.
    She wondered whether that surface would crack if she reached
under the table and stroked his thigh. The tablecloth hung low enough that no
one would see her hand inching up. By the time she reached his cock, it would
be so hard he’d gasp when she touched it through his jeans.
    Massaging his shaft, she would look into his eyes to see his
arousal. As wet as she became just being near him, she would make him want her
twice as badly. Make him ache for her.
    Maybe he would even return the courtesy and fondle her while
she played with him. And then they would leave in a hurry, Jared walking
stiffly to hide his hard-on, and run to the backseat of the car, where they—
    “Cassidy?” Jared said impatiently.
    Startled out of her fantasy, she shook her head. Her face
heated and she stared at her plate. “Sorry. My mind must have wandered.”
    “And here I thought for a change you were actually enjoying
listening to me.” He gave her a rueful smile. “I asked whether you want
dessert. The waitress keeps looking this way, so she’ll probably be asking
whether we’re all set.”
    “No, no, I’m fine.” The only dessert she wanted was Jared’s
cock in her mouth. Her clit throbbed in response to her thought.
    As if that would ever happen.
    At the end of the meal, Jared picked up the check. “I can
pay for my own,” Cassidy protested. A token protest—she wouldn’t argue much,
but she didn’t want him to think she couldn’t pay her own way. Or that she owed
him something for paying.
    He held the check above his head, out of her reach.
“Consider it a gift from JaBro for your hard work,” he said cheerfully. “Have
to make use of the corporate credit card somehow.”
    “Yes, because I’m sure Daddy will appreciate you spending
his company’s money on me,” she said sarcastically.
    He studied her. “You really resent that, don’t you?”
    “Resent what?”
    He stood and pushed in his chair. “That I work for my
father. That he and my uncles own JaBro. That bugs the hell out of you, right?”
    Like she cared where his money came from. If his father
wanted to spoil him rotten, it didn’t concern her in the least. She only had an
issue with Jared’s evident sense of entitlement.
    She shook her head and tried not to let her irritation seep
into her tone. “No, not at all. Why would it bother me that you’ve always had
all the money in the world and don’t seem to realize that not everyone does?
You talk about the recession like it’s something that’s happened to other
people, not like it’s something that affects you, and you act like you should
be given everything you want just because you want it.”
    She took a breath. Damn it, she hadn’t meant to spill all
that out to him. Of course she resented him. He didn’t need to know how much,
though. They still had to work together, after all. She’d just made that damn
awkward.
    “Yeah, I figured you felt that way.” He sounded sad rather
than angry as she would have expected. “I don’t think I deserve everything. You
don’t know me nearly as well as you’ve convinced yourself you do.”
    “I’m sorry,” she mumbled from under a mountain of guilt. She
shouldn’t have acted like such a bitch. “I shouldn’t have said anything.”
    “No, no, I’m glad you did,” he said. He sounded sincere.
“It’s good to know what you really think about me.” The server came over and he
handed her the check and the credit card. She walked away. “I’d rather have you
honestly hate me than pretend to like me, Cassidy.”
    If you only knew what I’ve been thinking about you
lately. “I don’t hate