Again.” Katie Donato barely glanced away from her laptop as Dean Manion slipped the nonfat, sugar-free white chocolate latte onto her desk and his lean, long body into the chair next to hers. “But I brought lattes.” She glanced at him then, taking in the smug grin, the artfully careless hair, the slightly loosened tie. “You know, traffic is a good excuse for being late. Lost car keys. Forgetting you had to pick up your favorite suit from the dry cleaner's, even. But not last-minute blow jobs from the dude at the Copy Cabana.” Dean laughed and sipped from his own cup. “Not last-minute, not Copy Cabana.” At this, she swiveled in her chair to study him. “Don’t tell me you had a sleepover last night?” Dean grinned in answer and drank deeply. “Ahhh, sweet caffeine. I’m going to need it.” “Is that your subtle way of saying you were up all night fucking?” Katie lifted a brow and sipped at the drink, then tipped the cup toward him. “This is a peace offering but it still doesn’t let you off the hook.
