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will benefit breast cancer research and education in San Antonio, so your willingness to be photographed half-naked was for a good cause. The women of San Antonio will thank you.” Her dark eyes danced with mirth as she looked at Solange. “I’m taking orders, if you’re interested. These calendars are gonna sell like hotcakes.”
    Solange could definitely believe it, especially if the rest of the models looked anything like Dane Roarke. Before she could respond to the girl’s inquiry, Dane said, “I’ll send her an autographed copy,” and proceeded to usher Solange from the room.
    â€œSorry to keep you waiting,” he said, his warm breath fanning the nape of her neck as he guided her down the hallway with a hand at the small of her back. She could feel the heat from his body and wondered if he’d forgotten he was shirtless. She certainly hadn’t. “The photo shoot ran a bit longer than I’d expected.”
    â€œThat’s all right,” Solange said. “I was a little early.”
    â€œThe early bird gets the worm,” Dane murmured whimsically. He stopped outside a small, windowless office dominated by a large wooden desk and black metal filing cabinets along one wall.
    â€œHave a seat,” he said, waving her into one of the visitor chairs.
    As she sat, he rummaged through the clutter on his desk until he located a manila file folder labeled with her first and last names. He opened the folder and pulled out a small sheaf of papers, which he passed to her, along with a pen and clipboard. When their fingers brushed, a melting warmth spread through her veins. Their eyes met for a prolonged moment.
    â€œThese are some forms for you to fill out and sign,” Dane said softly. “I’ll be back in a little while.”
    Solange nodded wordlessly, waiting until he’d closed the door behind him before drawing a deep, calming breath. She couldn’t remember the last time, if ever, she’d been so fiercely attracted to a man, so acutely aware of him. Not even her former boyfriend Lamar Rogers had elicited such a response from her in the three years they’d dated. It was crazy. Sure, Dane Roarke was good-looking, virile and incredibly appealing, but that didn’t mean she had to lose her mind. She’d always been a smart, savvy, coolheaded woman when it came to dealing with members of the opposite sex. But there was nothing remotely cool about her hot-blooded reaction to Dane Roarke.
    Relax, girl, she told herself. After today, you’ll probably never see him again, anyway.
    She frowned, unsure whether that was a good or bad thing.
    Shoving aside the unsettling thought, Solange started on the paperwork Dane had given her, which included detailed questionnaires about her employment and educational history, a drug-testing consent form, as well as a confidentiality agreement. She’d heard that Crandall Thorne had been involved in the hiring of every employee at his law firm since its inception. Considering that Solange, as his soon-to-be personal assistant, would be privy to sensitive information about him, she fully expected to undergo a background check comparable to those administered by the FBI.
    Dane returned to the office as she was completing the last form. When Solange glanced up and saw that he’d put on a shirt, she didn’t know whether to be relieved or disappointed.
    â€œAll finished?” he asked briskly.
    Solange nodded, passing him the paperwork attached to the clipboard.
    He leafed through the forms as he rounded the desk and sat. While he was preoccupied, she covertly studied him. Without the fedora, she saw that his black hair was cropped close to his scalp, matching the smooth texture of his heavy eyebrows. Those piercing onyx eyes were rimmed with thick lashes, long enough to touch his cheeks as he looked down. His big hands were liberally sprinkled with black hair, his fingernails short and clean.