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he were to actually reveal some of his thoughts through his eyes.

But then again, she didn’t really need the light to know what he was thinking. She was feeling it. As his strong arm kept her in place, she felt his body respond, feeling that pressure against her stomach and she panicked. “Let me go, Gaston. This is not what I want.”

“Prove it,” he said a moment before his lips touched hers.

If he had been hard or demanding, she might have been able to fight him. But the soft, gentle touch of his lips against hers set her body on fire, her mind spinning out of control. She sighed as his tongue touched her mouth. No matter how much she wanted to avoid this, there was just something about Gaston that had always reduced her willpower to a quivering, demanding need to touch him, feel him with her fingers and hands.

When his hands moved underneath her coat, sliding along her waist and ribcage she whimpered with the intensity of the feelings that exploded inside of her. It was as if his hand were the fire and she were the moth, demanding more, turning into the light and her body shifted slightly to feel his hand on her body more.

It took her several moments before she realized that he was no longer kissing her. When she felt his hand move away from her back and the cold air hit her full on the face, she opened her eyes. Looking up at him, even in the dim light, she could see the triumph in those dark, sinful eyes.

With a shuddering breath, she turned around and unlocked her apartment door. She was ashamed that she’d let him do that to her, wary of what he might think he could do next. She’d stop him, or at least that’s what she told herself. It had been such a short kiss, but that small moment had revealed so much. Things she didn’t want him to know. Good grief, those were feelings even she didn’t want to know about!

She didn’t look back at him when she stepped inside her apartment. She couldn’t, too embarrassed that she’d kissed him back with such ferocity, not even aware that he’d stopped.

Was this his plan? To humiliate her? To prove to himself that she was still putty in his hands? Well, if that was the case, and she couldn’t think of any other reason, then he’d better rethink his strategy! She would not put herself in that kind of a position again. Now that she knew that he could still make her react this way, she would be on her guard.

She had to, she told herself as she leaned against the closed door. It was simply a matter of survival.

Chapter 3

Elana sat out in the parking lot, her beaten up old Beatle surrounded by expensive vehicles parked all around her. Gaston must pay his employees well if the other cars in the lot were any indication. Most were expensive vehicles which only made her decrepit, ancient transportation stand out because of the rust and poor paint job.

But that wasn’t really the issue, she told herself as she bit her lower lip as her anxiety level increasing. She was using the expensive cars surrounding her as an excuse to avoid the real problem. She was worried about going into the building where the laboratory was housed. She hadn’t realized it, but the Montebello headquarters was also located here. How could she have been so naïve? So gullible?

With a sigh, she knew that it had nothing to do with naiveté or gullibility. It had everything to do with feeding the world’s hungry population. She had to get this right, she told herself sternly. Ignore the man. He wouldn’t even be in the lab, so what was she so worried about? The man had his entire empire to run, he wouldn’t have time to stop by and find ways to torment her. She’d read the article in the newspaper yesterday about how he’d just closed a huge deal that would change the way several industries operated. So he definitely wouldn’t have time to visit his laboratory right now. He had bigger priorities.

Why was the laboratory even located here? Why wasn’t it in some isolated spot or on a university campus somewhere? Why did it have to be in the middle of the city on some of the highest-rent real estate? Lab techs and executives rarely worked well together. One group was interested in