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him. Jonathan indicated the leftover wrappings on the desk from the basket.
    “A rep…” she filled in before the truth popped out of her mouth.
    He made a noise low in his throat. “You look good, Kenya.” Strolling deeper into the room, Jonathan held a department store bag. “Getting ready to leave?” he asked and Kenya backed into her desk’s edge, bumping her hip.
    “What are you doing here? I mean, how did you get up without a pass?” It took all her strength not to run into his arms and kiss those amazing lips. Man, he looked good. She smoothed a hand down her dress before resting back on the desk, his appreciation of her curves didn’t go unnoticed. The tip of his tongue running across his lip said he came for more than conversation. “Where’s your visitor’s name badge?”
    Jonathan held his lapel open on his suit where the temporary visitor’s sticker perched in his breast pocket with the adhesive covering, still affixed to the back.
    A hint of a smile pushed at her lips. He wouldn’t put the sticker on his suit. That fit her Jonathan all right.
    She ducked her head suppressing a giggle. “You’re supposed to stick that onto your clothes, so everyone can see it.” 
    No one smiled like Jonathan and he gave her one full and bright and loaded with lust. “I’ll remember that next time I’m not wearing a thousand dollar suit. I came to see you Kenya. Actually I came to give you this.” Holding out the bag, Jonathan leaned forward.
    She dragged her stare from his flushed face to push away from the desk and cross the short distance between them. His scent alone gave her goose bumps.
    “What’s that?” Nodding toward his hand, she let her eyes run over the bag then up to meet his hooded stare. She held her shoulders back and stood tall, clasping her hands in front of her hips. Lord, he made her nervous.
    “Your gloves, you left them up north. Benjamin sent them to the courthouse downtown.”
    “Benjamin.” She sighed in surprised, darting her attention from his eyes to the bag. How sweet. She slipped her hand beneath the handle. Jonathan caught her hand, squeezing her fingers between his. She held her breath. He eased in inches from her face; lifting a hand, he stroked it down one shoulder.
    “We can do this here or somewhere private,” he said and Kenya heard the edge of a warning. Something darker sat behind those blue eyes, not just blue, but aluminum blue. Flecks of burgundy, forest green and dark brown revealed themselves under the bright fluorescents the longer you stared—hypnotizing.
    Why did he affect her this way? “Do what, we’re not a couple?”
    “You’re testing my patience,” he warned. “That lame ass excuse you gave me in your apartment won’t fly. We’re clearing this up today.”
    Anxious, she slipped her iPad into its cover then set it inside her rolling cart on the floor; she then raised her eyes toward him. “There’s nothing to clear up.”
    “Last chance to go somewhere private,” he warned openly, translation, hurry up or find yourself pinned to the desk.
    She blew out a breath then pivoted around to grab her things. Jonathan took her rolling suitcase handle and waited for her at the door. She let her stare flit over his hard body as he shrugged on his over coat. The chocolate wool trench lay perfectly over his large shoulders.
    Turning her back to him, she slid her arms into her coat as he held it out for her. Grabbing up her purse, she caught the door by the edge and pulled it partially closed behind them. “Are you gonna decide where private is too?” She groaned, nodding as they crossed down the multi-colored carpeted hallway passed open office doors where her co-workers sat eyeing the show. The woman in the office beside hers glanced up and winked at Kenya. The next business day would be full of questions.
    “The penthouse,” he said, holding the elevator door open, ushering her inside. Jonathan threaded their fingers together, hers