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After the waitress left, Serena came at me nine different ways, trying to get more out of me, but all I gave up about Jennifer was her name.

I didn’t mention the off-the-charts kiss, her incredible body, the fantastic smarts, or those green eyes that looked right through me—none of it.

I smiled, recalling the feel of her warm, soft tit under my hand, and the way she’d gasped when I’d squeezed her ass. It hadn’t been a gasp of protest, rather a gasp of desire, of hunger for more.

Jennifer wanted more, and today I didn’t give a shit about how it affected the legal negotiations with Melissa.

Serena eyed me as she finished chewing another chip. “I saw that.”

I could play innocent with the best of them. “What?”

“That smirk.” She pointed her finger at me. “You just thought of something you’re holding back, and it made you smile. Now give.”

“It was nothing. I liked the sound of the door slamming behind Melissa is all.”

Serena set her drink down. “Liar.”

Our dinners arrived. We got off the Jennifer-Melissa-fundraiser topic after I started probing Serena about her dating life.

She could dish it out, but she couldn’t take it.

The rest of the meal was more sedate after we both abandoned the topics the other didn’t want to discuss.

Chapter 17

Jennifer

(Four Days Later)

My alarm clockscreamed way too early.

It stopped its diabolical racket when it hit the floor.

It was another Monday morning, and I dragged myself out of bed. I’d stayed up late last night to make another after-hours trip to the file rooms at work. It hadn’t taken long to locate the file folder for Hydra. I still had to drop it off, but that could wait.

This file had contained a thumb drive in addition to papers. I’d made a copy of its contents to peruse later. The memos inside didn’t look like anything important, but I wasn’t privy to Hydra’s full plan.

The hot water of the shower slowly cleared the cobwebs from my brain.

Things with Dennis had been completely businesslike in the days since that kiss. He’d taken to calling me Jenn on occasion instead of Jennifer, and I suppose that was something, but he hadn’t used the Angel moniker again. In fact, he hadn’t alluded to it in any way, as if it hadn’t happened.

I hadn’t been thinking of it as a kiss, butThe Kiss.Maybe it hadn’t been as spectacular for him as it was for me. But he’d grabbed my ass and cradled my breast with a passion that had surprised me.

Maybe I was supposed to reciprocate and squeeze his butt, or rub him through his pants. Guys liked that, didn’t they? But we’d been standing in his office, for God’s sake—with an audience for at least part of our performance.

By the time I finished with the conditioner, I’d replayed the scene a dozen times, and I had to turn the water temperature down to keep from overheating.

Had I misread him? Had it only been a good acting job to piss off his ex?

I could have sworn it was real.

Getting out of the shower, I banished thoughts of Dennis and busied myself with my morning routine. I hurried and decided on a stop at Starbucks for a breakfast sandwich, instead of cereal here.

The M&M girls were at our usual table.

Martha saw me first and waved as I ordered.

As I approached with my sandwich and mocha, Mona pulled out a chair for me. “We haven’t seen you for a while. Welcome back.”

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