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a living.
    Boy, the kind of experiments she really wanted to perform with him. Experiments with them both fully undressed and the lights off. Was he the silent type or a moaner? Did he talk dirty? Did he like having his nipples licked? He was always asking for a peach—did he taste as sweet? The man inspired all kinds of delicious curiosities. But she couldn’t allow herself to even think of satisfying any of them. Work and men didn’t mesh well for Celise.
    Hell, Celise and men didn’t mesh well for Celise.
    How many times had she thought a guy was just right, got with him, only to end up later realizing he was oh so very wrong for her? She needed to take her time, get to know a guy. No jumping head-first into a big boiling pot of lust.
    But damn if Jaxon Wentworth didn’t make her want to just strip off her clothes and take a running dive. Doctor Morhamer’s voice infiltrated the bathroom and her thoughts through the building’s PA system.
    “Attention all staff, this is an urgent announcement. Everyone—including all staff members—must evacuate the building immediately. A dangerous contaminant has been released, and for your safety it is pertinent that you gather your belongings and leave the vicinity of this building immediately. Do not report back to this site until you have been contacted that it is safe to do so. Decontamination could possibly take weeks. Again, all personnel and guests must evacuate the building immediately. The building will be locked down in four minutes.”
    Celise’s inquisitive nature subdued any sense of alarm she might have felt. What kind of contaminant could Victor Morhamer have been referring to? Most of the staff in the building were only recently hired within the week, in preparation to produce the formula en masse—once completely tested and approved for production—and therefore should have been only using materials approved for the project. And there were no hazardous materials or biochemical products that would endanger everyone in the building that Victor and Sri were working with.
    At least not that she was aware of. Fact was, Celise did not have as much knowledge of the project as Sri and Victor. She was not part of the team when the initial development of the Titan Formula began over half a year ago. She was hired specifically to help procure a test subject and to assist by monitoring said subject’s health. For all she knew, Jaxon could have just spontaneously combusted in the lab. She snatched up her big, baggy purse and hurried out of the bathroom in time to see the small crowd of employees rushing towards the front entrance. Even the guards were fleeing in terror.
    But Celise was no dodger. She was a doctor, and if there was a contamination, someone could be hurt and in need of help. She took the elevator up to the third floor and scurried down the hall to the lab, her navy blue heels clicking loudly against the linoleum tiled floor. Less than a second before her fingers reached the knob, the door reverberated with a loud, jolting bang as some force on the other side slammed into it, splitting it in half from top to bottom.
    She gasped and stumbled backwards just as the remains of the door came crashing down and a nearly seven-foot tall, burly beast-of-a-man stood in its frame.
    His lack of a shirt revealed a massive torso cut like a comic book hero. Around his pelvis were the stretched and ripped remains of what appeared to have once been grey sweat pants. He stood within the remnants of the doorway, heaving and snarling like a rabid creature. Behind him she could partially see the half-destroyed remains of the lab, but no sign of Victor or Sri.
    Her breath caught in her throat as she froze. When he turned his head and landed his beady, yellow eyes upon her, the silent scream ringing inside Celise’s brain extended down her body and finally reached her legs and feet.
    She turned and began to run, and was acutely aware that the beast man was running, too. Their