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was okay to call his boss sweet
cheeks. He was just annoying, annoying and, I had to admit, damn sexy.
    “Where you going?” he asked, pressing into me with his body
and flattening his palms on either side of me on the wall.
    “To my room.” I too pushed my hands against the flocked
wallpaper, it was that or rest them on his chest and I didn’t want to do that.
“It’s late.”
    “Now there’s a word,” he said. “Late, because it’s too damn
late for us to win tonight, isn’t it? That chance has been and gone.”
    “I guess that’s the name of the game.”
    “Oh no, you don’t get to use that excuse. You know damn well
why we lost.”
    I tightened my lips.
    “You just won’t admit it, not to me anyway,” he said.
    “What do you want me to say?” I tilted my chin.
    “That you were wrong. That you should never have put the
stupid idea of Jackson Price starting into Mike’s lovesick head.”
    “Well I did, and it’s done now. Mike and I will both take
responsibility for it. Ramrod too, he was involved in the discussion, and we’ve
all learned from it.” I frowned. “And Mike is not lovesick.”
    He dipped his head lower and his breath washed over me.
“I’ve been watching you all evening in the bar. You have them all wrapped
around your cute little finger, don’t you?”
    “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
    “Yeah you do. One woman, a room full of men. You just played
them all tonight, working your way around the room, flirting, smiling,
drinking, looking good enough to eat.”
    Good enough to eat?
    “I was not flirting,” I said indignantly. “And besides, I
wasn’t the only woman in there, but I was the only one working. Debriefing.”
    “That’s what you call it, eh?” He raised his eyebrows.
“Vadmir would happily take you to his lair. I just watched him trying to get
you drunk. Have you any idea what he’d do to a little girl like you? He’d have
you for supper, chew you up and spit you out.”
    “Two shots does not make me drunk, and besides, I wouldn’t
exactly be interested in Vadmir or in any chewing up and…and spitting out.”
    “Two shots and two glasses of wine.”
    “Oh, you were watching me, weren’t you?”
    “I don’t deny that. And why wouldn’t you be interested in
Vadmir?”
    “He’s not my type.”
    His mouth twitched, as if he were holding in a smile. “What
is your type?”
    I was beginning to wish I wasn’t having this conversation
hemmed in by a man who was physically just my type. It was making thinking
awkward and my brain had been a little fudged anyway from drink.
    “Not a hockey player,” I said. “I don’t want to be like
those girls who throw themselves at you, leave lipstick on your cheek and wear
hotpants that show the crease of their asses.”
    “Damn shame that. They’d suit you, those hotpants. Perhaps
I’ll buy you a pair for when you give your next little pregame pep talk. That’d
get pulses racing. Get the guys ready for action, you know what I mean?”
    Okay, now he’d gone too far. He was completely forgetting
who he was talking to. I pushed at his chest and gave a good shove to get him
out of my way.
    He didn’t budge.
    “Move,” I said.
    “No.”
    I glared up at him, pushed again but he didn’t shift. Damn,
I wished he would, my body was starting to respond to his nearness. My breasts
were aching, there was a definite hum between my legs—why the hell were my
hormones being so traitorous?
    I shoved again with no luck.
    “I said no,” he repeated. “Not until you admit something.”
    I sighed and stilled. I couldn’t move someone as solid as a
slab of concrete. “Admit what?”
    He lowered his head so that his mouth was by my ear and his
chin touched my jawline when he spoke. “Admit that you want me…sweet cheeks.”
    I bunched his shirt in my hands. His breath had sent a wave
of sensation down my neck and over my scalp.
    Want him . No.
    His body. Oh yes. I could have some fun with