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Why is there a woman under your desk?"

Karl Dawson's steps faltered as soon as he entered the office. He stopped walking to enjoy the view of the denim-covered heart-shaped ass sticking out from under his assistant's desk. Definitely female. And it was tilted up at an angle that made his hand itch to spank.

"I've switched sides." The smirk on Graham Nelson's pretty face as he said that made it clear he was full of shit.

Dressed in black slacks, a purple shirt, and a pink tie, he was such a flaming homosexual that Karl often toyed with the urge to hose him down with the fire extinguisher, just to see what would happen.

Instead, all he did was raise an eyebrow, fix his assistant with a look, and deepen his voice slightly. "Graham."

"My friend Lara. She's installing a wireless network for us." Graham stood back from his desk, planted a hand on his out-thrust hip, and eyeballed him. "Your client base has increased thirty percent in the last two months alone. This is needed."

Karl eyeballed him right back. The divorce business was booming, and Graham was right—his legal services were in high demand with no signs of slowing down.

Shit. He hated changes made to his computer. Computers were not his friend. Anything beyond email gave him a headache and Graham knew it. "If you put more crap on my computer and my life gets more difficult…so does yours."

"Actually…" A muffled voice came from Graham's desk, and Karl tried not to notice his body's reaction to the delectable ass wiggling and waving as the woman backed out from beneath it.

She stood casually, thick black locks streaming down her back as she tossed her head and met his gaze head-on. "Once I get my hands on your laptop you'll be able to connect to the Internet from pretty much anywhere in the building, including the restaurant downstairs. We've set up a dedicated server for your files and all your data has already been transferred. I can teach you how to navigate the new programs in less than fifteen minutes, and life will be easier for you both."

Graham waved his hand airily. "Trust me on this, Mr. Dawson. The upgrade will make my job easier, therefore your life simpler."

The words barely registered in his mind as Karl watched Lara check him out. He recognized the appreciation in her gaze and an answering hunger stirred inside him.

He arched an eyebrow her way. "You're going to teach me?"

"Sure." Her smile turned suggestive. "I have no problem teaching a man how to do things right."

"I don't usually need instruction from my women."

She shrugged. "All men need instruction at some point or another."

Fire leapt to life inside of him, but Karl didn't bother to respond. It had been a hell of a morning and he wasn't really in the mood to deal with attitude from anyone, sexy or not.

And she was very sexy.

Bright blue eyes, smooth honey colored skin, and lush cock-sucking lips made her very tempting; but she wore her arrogant attitude like a second skin. A second skin that blanketed a small, tight body in faded jeans and a skimpy pink t-shirt that made it clear she wasn't wearing a bra. When his gaze lingered on her pert breasts, her nipples hardened and surprisingly, his mouth watered.

The image of her stretched out on his bed, tied down and still trying to tell him what to do flashed through his mind and he shook his head. She'd be too much work.

"I'll be in my office when you're ready." He strode into his office, aware of her eyes on him as he walked, and closed the door.

Spring fever had hit full force this year and he'd been fighting his restlessness for a while. How it happened he didn't know. Work was great. The divorce business was booming, and as one of the city's top sharks in that pool, he was making more than enough money to make him happy.

Copyright © 2008 by Sabrina Ingram.