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heard the other man’s knowing laugh before the door slammed shut leaving him alone in the dark.
    Alone with a massive load of guilt and a raging erection.
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    Casey struggled up the steps to her apartment building, her heels getting caught in the grooves of the concrete staircase. After her mad dash from the balcony she’d run directly into Anya, who’d taken one look at Casey’s wild eyes, tousled hair and swollen lips and offered to drive her home. Anya had been tactful enough not to ask her what she’d been doing. She could only hope no one else had noticed her hasty departure.
    Or seen her getting up close and very personal with a client on the balcony.
    “I’ll pick you up tomorrow. We’re still on for our shopping trip, right?” At Casey’s nod, Anya put her sporty little car in reverse and rocketed back out of the parking space.
    Casey unlocked the door and tossed her keys on the entry table where they landed with a clatter next to her mail. Her shoes were next and then at last, her bra.
    Now that feels better.
    She walked back to her room and carefully slid out of her dress. It was nice to feel like a princess for a little while but being a diva was hard work. It was so much easier to just curl up in her favorite pajamas and read a good book.
    The magazine she’d taken home from Mirage’s employee break room the previous day sat on her nightstand. She felt a little guilty about swiping it, especially since it was a relatively new issue. It was still shiny and uncreased, nothing marring the handsome face staring back at her from the cover.
    Andre.
    Waves of desire rushed through her as she remembered what he’d looked like on the balcony, his thick hair in disarray, the look of intensity in his eyes when she’d come, moaning in his arms. He’d done things to her she’d only dreamed of and she’d rewarded him by freaking out and running off. There was no telling what he thought of her now.
    He thinks you’re a tease.
    Casey winced and punched her pillow until there was a deep groove mashed in the center. She’d made mistakes in the past, sure, but she wasn’t the type of person who had sex indiscriminately. Her behavior on the balcony tonight was… Well, she didn’t know what that was. Alcohol mixed with the overwhelming hotness of the agency’s biggest client.
    Crap.
    She stroked a finger over the image of his face and smiled when she thought back to the first time she’d bought a magazine with his face on the cover. She’d fallen asleep on the couch and had the most erotic dream of her life. She’d awakened with the echoes of an orgasm running through her veins and completely disappointed to find she’d dreamed the entire thing. Ever since that day, she’d collected tons of magazines and newspapers with his picture in them.
    She’d die if anyone at work found out about it but at least she wasn’t drooling after him when he came in to the agency. She didn’t need to stare at him. She already had every curve and angle of his face memorized.
    Casey held the magazine up, her eyes soaking up every detail. The exquisite fit of his clothes, the penetrating ice-gray gaze and the thick curls she now knew felt as soft as they looked. She flipped through the pages until she found the feature article. The picture on the inside of the magazine was no less jarring, especially since it was a close-up shot.
    The Italian Playboy is Back!
    She rolled her eyes at the headline and skimmed the story. The reporter covered the usual information from his childhood as the first son of a distinguished Italian family to the sudden success of his small clothing line two years ago. Of course, the reporter also covered his string of girlfriends, each Hollywood starlet or runway model more beautiful than the last.
    Between her online classes and working full-time at the agency, dreaming about a handsome man was as close to the fairytale as she had time for. But all the daydreaming in the world didn’t