“Don’t worry about the number.”

I shook my head. “I’m so humiliated.”

“Don’t be,” he whispered.

I was lost in the dark smolder of his eyes. I should protest. I should demand he release me.

“What are you doing?” I asked without much force. I was content to be wrapped against him. It felt good. He felt good.

His lips parted. I realized I had been too focused on his eyes. His lips were firm and shaped like a bow. They suddenly looked completely edible.

“There is something I want before I watch you be engaged to another man for the entire season.”

“There is?” I asked softly.

“Hell yes.”

I didn't ask him what it was. I didn’t have a chance. Isaac’s lips crashed into mine, taking complete control of my mouth.

I’d never fallen into a kiss like this. His tongue twisted along mine, sliding and grinding, claiming my lips and my mouth. I felt the roughness of his stubble graze over my skin as he pressed harder, burning my lips with pressure and delicious possession. His hand slid along my chin, turning my face upward. I groaned as he bit tenderly on my lower lip.

The flames started to kindle in my core. I could feel them smoldering between my legs as his lips moved along my throat. He kissed my neck. Behind my ear. His hands coasted over my body, grazing my breasts through my blouse. I sighed when he cupped my bottom with a rough squeeze before working his way back up my spine.

He found my lips again. This time his tongue plunged in my mouth with hunger. I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t breathe. All I could do was inhale this man. A man who was everything masculine and strong. A man who could hold me and kiss me until I was senseless. Until I forgot I was ownership. Until I forgot he was a player. My player.

My eyes opened.

“Why? Why did you do that?” I blinked, trying to catch my breath. My heart pounded. My veins pulsed with electricity. My lips burned.

“What do you mean?” Isaac smiled. He didn't look like he regretted a single second of that kiss.

“Why do you think you have the right to kiss me? You can't do that. That’s not appropriate work place behavior.” I stumbled for words to make me sound like I had an ounce of authority.

“I can’t kiss you? You're getting ready to take on a fake fiancé. I don't think you're the one who should be handing out moral codes,” he mocked.

I was irritated. Annoyed that I liked the kiss so much, and furious that I wanted another one. I wanted to lock the door and pretend I didn’t have a mountain of problems waiting for me on the other side.

“Well, it can't happen again. There are boundaries. And you can't cross that one.”

Isaac crossed his arms, his biceps bulging. “I got the message. I also got what I wanted.”

“Maybe we should cancel our meeting,” I suggested. I was rattled and heated at the same time. The tingling in my core hadn’t evaporated.

I wanted to hide behind my desk. I wanted to shrink behind the computer. I was embarrassed that he knew so much about the engagement, and he knew how much I enjoyed his lips melting into mine.

He shook his head. “Oh no. We need to have this meeting. There's a lot at stake for the team. I promised them I would bring their concerns to you. I’m not the kind of man to go back on my word. Besides, I think you'll like your fiancé.”

My eyes lifted to his. “Does that mean you know who he is?”

He nodded. “I do.”

“Are you going to tell me?”

He shrugged his massive shoulders. “It depends. Are you going to cancel the meeting, Vanessa?”

I thought about the options. I thought about how dangerous it was having Isaac in my office. The nearness of him drove me crazy. But my curiosity was at an all-time high.

“Just tell me. Tell me who it is.” I exhaled, grimacing at the shameless way I begged for information.

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