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McKay, dinner in your room? Do you plan to show me your etchings too?” She raised one quizzical eyebrow.
    He chuckled. “The only drawing I do is with a Smith and Wesson.”
    “Oh, I see.” Shannon spoke as if she’d had a sudden realization. “That was a gun in your pocket last night. Are you a quick draw?”
      He was taken aback for a second and watched the color rise in her cheeks. She’d said those words without thinking and mistaken his surprise for disapproval. She looked like she now wanted to take them back. He wasn’t going to let her.
    “That depends, under certain circumstances yes,” he softly rumbled, “but I can fire repeatedly.” It was his turn to smile and hers to look shocked and, if he wasn’t mistaken, a little turned on. “See you at half past seven tonight. I’m in room one thousand, on the tenth floor.”
    He turned and strolled away, not waiting for her answer. She’d be there. He had to concentrate fiercely on not obviously repositioning his buddy and balls, which were now throbbing in his tight pants.

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    Assailed by an onslaught of lust and desire Shannon stood as if rooted to the floor watching him leave. She inhaled deeply and the air in her lungs seemed to tingle and radiate out into her chest. Her nipples hardened and she desperately wanted to rub her breasts to ease the ache. Her mouth actually began to water, and it wasn’t the only place weeping moisture, her panties dampened too. Dear God, a man hadn’t made her feel like this in a long while, well, actually...ever, and he hadn’t even touched her.
    There was something so elementally attractive and right about Luke. She wished that there was more time to explore whatever they had between them because it was unlike anything she’d experienced before. Yes, the Pheromone Fairies were definitely out and about in force; there was no other logical explanation for the fact that she was contemplating screwing a stranger. She wanted to eat that man alive and yet she hardly knew him. Morality be damned . Shannon philosophically shrugged. Even if I never see him again . But that sad thought dampened her excitement.
    Initially Shannon found it difficult to concentrate on anything other than the delicious thought of Luke McKay sprawled naked across a bed. Nevertheless she somehow managed to get through lunch, keeping up light chitchat with oil business executives, gently pressing the need for early environmental input, particularly at the site selection stage of any development. She politely declined two dinner invitations from very pleasant men. After the buffet meal she attended a workshop on the issues surrounding Arctic and Antarctic development, and she soon became engrossed because the environmental implications were potentially huge.
    After the workshop officially ended she became involved in further discussion and also chatted to the conference organizers who thanked her for stepping in at the last minute. She was caught by surprise when she looked at her watch and saw that it was 7:10 p.m. Damn, better hoist my sails and get a move on. Shannon nearly sprinted to her room. No way was she turning up without showering and wearing granny knickers and nylon tights, no one needed to see that. She deposited her laptop on the bed, stripped off her clothes, and headed to the bathroom with a pink plastic cap on her head. Gorgeous look. She complimented herself with a snigger as she caught her reflection in the mirror.
    It was a quick but rigorous scrub in the shower, followed by a vigorous towel shimmy as she rapidly dried herself. She brushed her teeth and applied a little makeup, but decided to leave her hair pinned up due to lack of time. Literally hopping around the small room and nearly eating the carpet a few times, she dressed. Remembering the Scout motto, “Be Prepared,” she donned a black lace bra with matching panties and stockings. Oh, yes, I wear sexy uncomfortable lingerie all the time. Next she threw on a