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d steel and simmering tension. She pressed herself against the far wall, clutching the mani

dark hair that looked like he'd run his fingers through it moments before, and eyes the color of storm clouds. The CEO of Blackwood Industries com

teel, cultured and cold. "I wasn't expe

his Manhattan tower had taught her that showing weakness to Alexander Blackwood was like bleedi

access to his office for the third time this week. Sometimes desperate times called for des

xpensive and distinctly masculine that made her traitorous body respond despite her best eff

s. Busted. "I may have

ething almost amused in his tone, though

her shoulders, reminding herself why she was here. "I need

eetings in elev

" The words slipped out before she could