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Damn! The silent curse burned its way around his head in protest for letting this thing between them go this far. Two damn long weeks after that night and she was still here driving him crazy.

A curse locked in his throat. Vivian Sanchez might not like him, but she lusted after him with a fever she was too inept to keep hidden, though he was equally certain that she was not aware that she was so transparent.

She made him think of a living, breathing sexual grenade with the pin dangling halfway out—half precocious woman, half infuriating child. She heat him up like no woman had ever done, and he wanted her in his bed!

Scott made a grab at the thread of this discussion. "Call Senator Adams "he instructed." Tell him I’m no longer interested in doing business with them."

"Me—?" Vivian gasped."Why? But I don’t —"

"And bring me some coffee," he cut over her protest and sat forward to "And remind Anne to tell the account manager that I will be out for two hours at lunch."

"But…Scott please