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don’t, he’ll just come down. Heaven help me if that happens—Mr. Bainbridge, Esquire loves to lecture me on how he pays me to be readily available at all times. How does that not sound like I’m his whore? And no, I don’t want to be, just because he looks like he could give a girl one hell of a ride. Besides, if I answer right away, I won’t even get a good night kiss from Allen. I really need one, if just to stop me from dreaming about what my boss’s kisses might be like.
    Maybe I have time for a quickie? Generally that’s not my thing, but God, it’s been so long, and if I have another heated night dreaming about the asshole I might go insane. Ashford is not for me. He’s my boss. Plain and simple. Plus, I hate him.
    “Ignore it,” Allen helpfully provides, sliding over on the couch so that our legs are pressed tightly together.
    Now, why does that make me want to scoot away? In the looks department, Allen isn’t bad. Ashford beats him by a long shot, but Allen’s straight, dark brown hair works well with his greenish eyes. I can’t really tell if they are hazel or not. Maybe greenish hazel? And maybe he isn’t as cut as a Greek god, like Ashford, but he certainly looks as if he takes care of himself.
    So why aren’t I more attracted? Allen certainly appears to be attracted to me. More wine. I down my glass, turning to face Allen with a bright smile plastered on my face. Fake it ‘til you make it, I guess. My smile must at least look real because he starts grinning like a Cheshire Cat, reaching out to caress the side of my face. Geez, his fingers feel all cold. Well it is in the low twenties outside. I can deal. I wait patiently for him to make a move.
    “You’re really pretty, Gelisa.”
    It’s all I can do not to roll my eyes. Gee, I’m pretty, thanks. Some guys need road maps, I guess. He’s in my place, glass of wine in hand—all he has to do is make a move.
    “Thanks.” I manage to keep my smile, but damn, it’s hard. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
    URGH! Why doesn’t he just kiss me already? It’s not like I’m being all shy and bashful. I refuse to make the first move. Nothing turns me off more than than feeling like I am the aggressor. I like to feel wanted, like a man can’t wait to get his hands on me. Taking the first step myself makes me feel pathetic.
    “Do you think I can kiss you?” Allen leans in, his eyes going all puppy dog.
    Really? Do some women like that look? Rule of thumb in the world according to Gelisa Parker—if you have to ask, the answer is no. But damn it, I’m just about as desperate as I’ve ever been, So instead of sneering and showing him to the door, I push aside all my usual rules and answer. “Okay.”

Chapter Two
     
    Placing cameras outside Miss Parker’s apartment door isn’t the most ethical of things to do. At least I restrained myself from placing any inside the place. Barely. I really don’t like her going on dates. On some level I know she understands that, given the rarity in which she accepts some miscreant’s request for her company. But she does so love to be obstinate from time to time. I think she does it just to see if I care. Silly woman, of course I do. That’s no excuse to go out on a date with a sorry excuse for a man, and an even sorrier attorney. And now she’s not answering her phone. I’ve instructed her time and again she’s always to take my call. Yet, there is no answer, and I’m all too aware of the sniveling man-child she has inside her apartment.
    “Oh, Miss Parker, you do believe in forcing my hand, don’t you?” I mutter to myself, stalking toward the elevator.
    I have no intention of allowing some second-rate lawyer with the backbone of a jellyfish to touch what is mine. There’s absolutely no doubt Gelisa Parker belongs completely, utterly to me. She understands that point more than she cares to admit, but that’s of no consequence. Sooner, rather than later, we shall come to an understanding, one