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    The more she learned about WindGenInc the better Cathleen liked it and when she was told there were clubs among the workers where chess players, electronic gamers, card and board game enthusiasts and various other hobbyists met, she felt very good about her change of employment.
    When Anita left her with the news that Cathleen's personal belongings from her old apartment would be arriving later in the day, Cathleen took off her shoes and flopped down on the plush corduroy sofa that looked out over the elegantly coiffed gardens edging a spectacular crescent-shaped pond upon which swans and geese lazily glided.
    "I am really going to like it here," she said, tucking her legs under her. She lay her head on the sofa's back and closed her tired eyes. The sunlight—though not as intense as it had been when she was outside for all the windows in the facility had been deeply tinted to keep out intrusive glare, still bothered her and made her very sleepy. It wasn't long before she floated away on a soft, fleecy cloud, deep in REM sleep.
    * * * *
    "Come to me, Cathleen," he said and his sensual voice made her ache in all the right places.
    He was waiting there in the darkening shadows of the deep afternoon with his hand outstretched to her. His handsome face held just a hint of a smile and those brilliant amber eyes were glowing with unrepentant desire. The soft silk shirt he wore tucked into a pair of black leather pants was as white as snow and billowed at the sleeve as the wind plucked at it. It was opened halfway down his broad chest so she could see the dark hair that matted his upper body. Over him were the sweeping arms of a tall, majestic oak, the leaves of which rustled gently in the breeze. Behind him, the waters of the pond glistened in the dying light from the scarlet sun.
    She moved toward him on bare feet, keenly aware of the swish of the long white cotton skirt that flowed around her legs, the white peasant's blouse that left her shoulders bare to the air caressing them. With every step she took, she could feel the impression of the lush green grass beneath the soles of her feet and the coolness of the blades tickling her ankles.
    A sweet scent of gardenia drifted on the breeze and swirled around her to drape her in its precious perfume. She inhaled deeply, drawing that wonderful fragrance deep into her soul.
    She held her hand out to him as she drew nearer and their fingertips touched. He threaded his fingers through hers and pulled her gently to him.
    "I have waited all day for this," he told her. His free hand went to her hair and he plowed his fingers through the dark tresses then reached down to capture her other hand, pulling her arms behind her so her breasts were hard against his chest, his hands imprisoning hers at the small of her back. "I could not rest wanting you as I do."
    "Who are you?" she asked, looking up into his beautiful eyes.
    "Whoever you want me to be," he answered. "Whatever you wish me to be."
    She smiled softly. "I need a name."
    His full lips—the lower just a bit larger than the upper—moved into a lazy grin. "You can call me Syn," he said in a husky voice.
    "My Syn," she said.
    His smile widened . "Aye, my Cathleen. That is precisely what I am."
    She opened her lips to him as he lowered his mouth to hers. His kiss stole her breath as he pressed her to him with such heat, such firm but gentle force, she felt every inch of his body from chest to thigh against her.
    "Do you want me, Cathleen?" he whispered against her lips.
    "With all my heart," she answered.
    His tongue slid between her lips to claim her, thrusting smoothly, hungrily against her own, sweeping across her teeth, along the pallet of her mouth, at the corners of her lips. As he kissed her, he molded his lower body to hers, allowing her to feel the thick, hard erection that pushed at his pants.
    "Do you want all I have to offer you?"
    "Yes," she said on a long sigh.
    She felt him release her hands, but before she could