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hours and you know the people I’m meeting will be wondering why I’ve got a
shit eating grin on my face.”
    His rich laughter filled the room. “Don’t
smile like that.”
    “Like I can help it. I’ll catch you on
Monday.”
    He nodded and gave me one last look,
his chest rising as he pulled in the air, slowly lowering as he exhaled. “Have
a good weekend.” And he was gone, taking the heat between us with him.
    The second the door to the hallway
latched, the cold air chilled me to the point my teeth chattered. I wasn’t sure
if the quakes were from the air conditioning vent, or if they were the reaction
to the sudden release of sexual tension.
    On impulse, I reached for the phone,
stopping before I touched the smooth plastic.
    I didn’t know if he’d be at his desk. I
didn’t know if he’d agree to a hotel room and I didn’t stay long enough to find
out.
    * * * *
    Email became our life-line for
conversations we couldn’t broach at work, triple x discussions. The ones that
left me glad I wasn’t anywhere in the vicinity of where Jake was because I’m
not sure common sense would prevail.
    Of course, he wasn’t quite as gifted
with words as I am, but he made a valiant attempt, explaining everything he
wanted to do to me with his hands, his mouth, his body, leaving me hot and
wanting even from thirty miles away. And I, I painted the fantasy in words,
just enough to leave him wanting more. He always wanted more and for the life
of me, I couldn’t figure out why.
    Why me?
    Why did he want me?
    I’m nothing special, sure I can write
a romantic scene that leaves the reader breathless, but I’m not beautiful, I’m
not super model quality. I’m more like the frumpy girl next door, the mousy one
with dark hair and glasses, one step away from a lonely librarian with one
exception, my nice solid C-cup rack.
    So why?
    The answer surprised me.
    “You know when you first meet someone —
there’s a spark, a connection there that you can’t ignore,” he said.
    “Like an electrical current?”
    “That’s exactly what I was thinking.”
    “Like two magnets pulling toward each
other.”
    “Yes.”
    So he had felt the jolt, the
instant da-yem that overcame me when we first met. More directly, when our eyes
first locked and created this irresistible attraction.
    * * * *
    It was another three months before the
stars aligned again in the empty office space entombed by marble, and again the
meeting was his idea.
    We stared at each other, me in
perpetual motion, swinging the chair side to side trying to contain the sexual
tension, and Jake, he certainly wasn’t looking at my face.
    “Is it rude to stare?” His eyes locked
on the curve of my cleavage revealed in the low cut dress I wore.
    “No.” I laughed and his gaze flicked
to mine and then back at their objective, the dimples in his cheek deepening
along with the blush.
    “I’d like to see more.” He met my gaze
with a tilt of his head.
    I back peddled, after all, we were still
in the office and it definitely wasn’t after hours like last time. “Not here.”
    He swiveled toward the open door and
then back to me. “Think if we closed the door . . .” He trailed off.
    I stood and crossed, closing the door
before I returned to the chair, taking the seat again with a half smile. I
exposed my tan line, which didn’t involve moving the fabric of my bra. He
looked at the contrast between the bronze skin and the stark white patch my bra
strap bordered and then cocked his head further. “That’s not quite what I was
thinking.”
    “I know. But we’re in the office and
it’ll have to do.”
    His eyebrow rose and he stood, I
followed suit, stepping closer to him. His height offered him a better view of
my ample bosom, but it wasn’t quite enough. His fingers traced my skin at the
edge of the fabric and he leaned over, planting his lips on mine.
    That sweet peppermint kiss claimed my
breath, my body, my heart, fanning my burning need into a raging fire.