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for a moment, waiting for her to get off the phone.  She had her back to him so she wasn’t aware that he was standing in her office at the moment.
     
    “No, I have to go, Nancy ,” Tara said.  A moment of silence.  “No.  I’m not going out with that man again.  He was awful.”
     
    Max knew he was eaves dropping but didn’t care.  She had to be talking about her date last night and wanted to hear more.  The beginning of the conversation was just too interesting, a soothing balm to his wounded ego. 
     
    Tara shook her head, obviously rejecting whatever suggestion the person a t the other end of the phone was saying.  “He was obnoxious and self-centered and irritating.  I’m sorry.  I know Jeffrey is a friend of your husband, but there’s no way I’m going out with him again.   I just wish he didn’t k now where I live but he wouldn’t drive me back to get my car last night so I didn’t have a choice.  It was either have him drive me home or go out to a bar with him and that was definitely not on the agenda after that awful evening. ”   Tara shivered in revulsion and leaned back in her chair as she continued to listen to her friend . 
     
    Max felt a weight lift off his shoulders with her words.  He wanted to slam down the phone and lift her up onto her desk and kiss her until she realized that he could make her happy.
     
    “Kiss him?  Are you nuts?  The man actually whined when I left him in his car.  I’m not really attracted to men like that, Nancy .  You should know me better than that. ”
     
    Now Max definitely wanted to hear more.  What ki nd of man was she attracted to? 
     
    Tara picked up a report and started making notes in the margins, obviously not completely focused on her phone call.  “Yes, well, I know you’re opinion on my love life.  I’ve definitely heard it enough times before.”  A long pause.  “Yes.  I agree.  I don’t want to die a virgin.  That isn’t on my priority list, but so far, I haven’t been able to do much about it.”
     
    If he hadn’t been leaning against the doorjamb, he might have fallen on the floor with that bit of information.  Tara was a virgin?  How could that be possible?  A woman as sexy and gorgeous as Tara ?  Not to mention funny and intelligent? 
     
    He wasn’t sure how it was possible, but Max was thrilled with that news.  He stepped back into his office and smiled to himself.  He knew himself well enough to realize that he was somewhat of a sexist.  And the news that no man had ever touched Tara the way he wanted to touch her just confirmed that fact.  He wanted to be the one to initiate her into the world of lovemaking.  The ideas that popped into his mind just intensified the painful feeling in his groin and he had to breathe heavily to get his body back under control. 
     
    He didn’t examine his possessive feelings too deeply.  He definitely wasn’t a virgin so why did he like the idea in Tara so much?   He had been enjoying the company of wome n since he was a teenager.  And he had been continuing to enjoy women ever since.  Well, not much since Tara had been working for him he realized.  Max thought back and, although he escorted women to several events each week, he realized that he hadn’t been with any woman for almost a year and a half.  Just about the same amount of time Tara started working for him.
     
    That thought irritated him and he looked out the window, wondering what that meant about his feelings toward his secretary.  It couldn’t be good. 
     
    “Are you okay?” Tara said from behind him. 
     
    Max turned around quickly but didn’t know she was so close to him.  He almost fell on top of her but caught himself, and her, just in the nick of time.  He put his hands around her waist and pulled her close, keeping them both from falling onto the floor.
     
    Tara ’s face flamed up and her hands automatically grasped his shoulders.  As soon as they were steady, she