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have still been huddled in his office, neither
bothering to glance outside the high-rise building nor realize life was passing
by while he drove himself onward and upward. After all, if not for work, what
else did he have?
    “Are you coming in, Gregory?”
    Her soft voice carried easily to him on the night air, and
in an instant, he hardened again.
    Jesus! What was up with him? One would think he hadn’t
climaxed in ages, while his last date was… Hell! He couldn’t recall the last
time he’d had a woman in his bed. But then, he’d never been at someone’s place
long enough to use the bed either.
    The dim front lights silhouetted her in the doorway. He
stood at the threshold, his pulse increasing as he stepped inside. The mixed
scents of cinnamon and cookies hit him first, followed close by the comforting
warmth he associated with her. An impressive collection of books, rivaling his,
greeted him from the rosewood shelves. The U-shaped couch placed strategically
in the corner had him imagining her draped on the plush cushion with a book in
hand. Sexy didn’t cover the reaction the image evoked. Against the tan carpet,
the lime green color of the couch was a pleasant contrast, providing him a
secret glimpse of her personality.
    Her home smelled just like her—fragrant—and he barged in,
eager to unwrap the mystery that was his Elena.
    Her startled gasp yanked his focus back to her. In his hurry
to get past her, he’d trapped her between him and the door. Belatedly he
realized the warmth spreading from his arms was from her breasts. Pushing up
against her blouse and into him, their heat spread through his blazer and
straight to his groin.
    He bit back a groan and she squirmed in an attempt to slip
away. The movement pressed her body into his, enticing him beyond reason.
    “If you move a little bit…” Her voice trailed off when she
spied his lengthening fangs.
    Don’t turn toward her! His body, having a mind of its
own, did exactly that. His hips grinding into hers, he backed her up against
the paneled oak, trapping her hands against the wood, showing her how affected
he was in spite of the layers of clothing separating him from her luscious
body.
    Her throat awakened his hunger, her soft form cushioning him
tempted his libido. The darkness he’d kept under wraps roared to life, urging
him to take her right there. How could he resist? Did he even want to? He
leaned in, not missing her swift intake of breath. She gave a feeble twist and
the wordless protest hardly registered in his dazed brain.
    Up close, her irises swirled violet and gray, glistening
with what he suspected were unshed tears, and his heart constricted in
response. His fangs retracted.
    What the hell was he doing? Giving himself a mental slap, he
reined himself in. Damn! He’d scared her already.
    He placed a quick peck on her nose and pushed away from the
door. Outside. Anywhere but near her. His heart raced and his pants threatened
to choke his cock as he strode out to the front porch. He swore the raindrops
sizzled when they landed on his skin.
    When he’d set out to find her, he’d expected a bombshell,
drop-dead gorgeous package, but the soft-spoken siren, with ample curves that
he’d had the chance to hold earlier, amped his senses into overdrive. Stripped
him of basic manners. Could he be anymore pathetic?
    Stay sensible, calm, in control. He gritted his
teeth. Yeah, he would do it, even if he had to smother his erection with a
cushion.
    He swiveled back to face her. His apology died in his
throat. He couldn’t afford to screw up the only thing he lived for—the chance
to find his mate.
    “Be ready Sunday night. I’ll pick you up.”
    She eyed him warily. “Where are we going?”
    “On our first date,” he replied and walked to his car
without turning back. He couldn’t bear to see any hint of rejection or doubt on
her face after the way he’d screwed up.
    * * * * *
    The shrill ring of the telephone pulled her out of a
dreamless