She was a fantastic secretary. But what made men think her willingness to share their work meant a willingness to share their beds? More than once Keri's mischievous green eyes, auburn hair, and sensuous body had cost her a perfectly good job. But now she was safe. She looked every inch the efficient prig, encased in an ice-cold shell. Until Dain Randolph pirated her away from her cozy niche and dragged her into the executive suite. Just one look told her that Dain meant danger-- that just one touch of his warm, powerful hands could penetrate her flimsy disguise, melt her icy resolve and her obstinate heart.

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