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palm of her hand. “Every company he buys he breaks apart and sells. He seems to treat his companies in much the same way as his love life. Kind of a love-them-and-leave-them technique.”
    “Then he must be very uncomfortable.” Meg pushed her salad plate away. “You’re a permanent fixture for three months. I’m certain you’ll do everything you can to convince him to make Metro a permanent fixture as well, even after your departure.”
    “To have Metro Media remain after my departure in eleven weeks is my primary goal,” Prim said. “Well, that and to stay out of my boss’s pants.” Prim tore her gaze from the floral centerpiece and looked at her best friend. “You worked with Cole for three years and were attracted to him. How did you do it?”
    “Well …” Meg sipped her water. “My situation was a bit different. First Cole and I had never … Well, we’d never—”
    “Had sex,” Prim finished for her.
    “Right, and I didn’t know whether Cole was attracted to me until just before I left Comnet. I simply knew that I had these feelings and that I would never act on them because of what had happened with my mom. I wanted my promotion and, well, you know the rest.”
    “It’s different,” Prim said. “Horribly so.”
    Prim closed her eyes. A vision of Tristan standing naked with his hard cock flashed in her mind. Heat flooded her body.
    “Unfortunately for me, I know we’re attracted to each other.” Prim looked at her best friend. “I’ve seen every bit of that body.” Prim picked up her water and took a long sip.
    “This is tricky,” Meg said. “And difficult.”
    “No, come on,” Prim said. “I can do this, right? I mean, I’ve had lovers before.”
    Meg tilted her head. “Lovers that you couldn’t get out of your mind?”
    “For a while,” Prim said. “The newness combined with the taboo of sleeping with my boss is what’s creating this heat. The idea of not being able to have him. If I had him for myself all the time, I’d get bored. Right?”
    “Riiiiiiight.” Meg’s voice belied her unspoken thoughts.
    Thoughts that Prim shared, though she didn’t want to believe them. The attraction to Tristan was touching something deeper in Prim than simple lust. In Mesquale, she’d surrendered to Tristan in ways that she’d never before surrendered to a man.
    Heat throbbed through her sex as she recalled Tristan’s palm landing on her bare ass. She gripped the edge of the table and fought the urge to cover her face with her fingertips. The memory caused heat to flame her face. Embarrassment. Lust. Desire. Even shame burst through her.
    “Are you okay?” Meg asked.
    Prim took a drink from her water. “Fine,” she said and nodded. “Just considering how difficult the next couple of months will be.”
    “You can do this, Prim,” Meg said. “I know you can.”
    “I’m happy to hear you so confident,” Prim said. “Because I’m definitely not.”
     
    *
     
    Tristan pulled his Tesla to a stop in front of Prim’s town house. He’d just finished an evening surf session and Santa Monica was an easy pickup from Malibu. With L.A. traffic they had just enough time to get to their dinner meeting. He exited his car and bounded up the walk. Light faded quickly as day bled into night. He stopped.
    Prim.
    The air was knocked from his lungs by the sight of her. She stood on the top step and locked her door. His eyes roamed up from her high heels. Were those the same high heels from Mesquale? Over her lovely toned calves, up her legs to her thighs, thighs that had wrapped around him and squeezed, thighs that he’d kissed and made Prim tremble with want. Her ass, firm and round and soft. He fought the urge to reach out this very moment and grab the back of her hips and step forward. To press his chest to her back and whisper “Unlock the door” into her ear, which was covered by her beautifully thick black hair.
    Her shoulders and arms were bare and the dress was a gold, beaded