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The energy he felt earlier flagged a bit. Public speaking wasn’t his thing. Oh he could do it, he just hated it. But to miss a chance to meet folks at Sundra? Be a part of selling his company, even if it wasn’thisanymore? “I’ll do it.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “Anything else?”

Sam tented his hands, a trace of a smile flickering on his face. “You’ll have to wear a suit.”

Michael quashed his own desire to smile, and winced instead. “I can do that, too.” A dark joy warmed Michael’s core. Sam would see how well he could clean up. Another chance to fluster Sam, to leave him breathless. If it couldn’t be from sex or a beating, Michael would make do with other ways.

“Good.” Sam spun back to his computer, brought up a screen that looked suspiciously like travel arrangements, and pressed a button. “We leave on Sunday.” When he rotated back to Michael, he held something silver in his left hand.

The cuff link. The lust was nearly instant and almost painful. Sam must have read his expression, because he grinned.

You little bastard.It wasn’t an invitation, but it was close to one. All their talks must have worn off. Damn it all.

Well, if Sam wanted it, he was going to get it. Enough fooling around. He’d show Sam what being out could be like.

Michael rose, completely aware of just how hard he’d become in those few seconds. “I guess I’d better go home and think about packing.”

There’d be a bit more than a suit going into his luggage.