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who’s being so generous?”
    â€œI’ll remain anonymous.” Therin’s bright gaze was still focused on Kianti.
    â€œNot a problem.” The waitress cast one last lingering and blatantly flattering gaze at her mysterious customer.
    Therin stood and dropped a few bills to the woman’s tray and then graced her with a sly wink before turning to make his way out of the club.
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    Dammit, Key, get over it!
    Kianti smacked the soapy loofah pad against her thigh while issuing herself the order. She was acting like some love-struck girl whose family was moving away and taking her from a boy she’d known all of two seconds. Granted, she’d known the sexy ex-ambassador for a little longer. Still, nothing had happened that meant anything meaningful or otherwise would come from it.
    Otherwise. She let the word linger in her head and felt a heat that had nothing to do with the shower spray hitting her skin. She would have enjoyed experiencing otherwise with Therin Rucker.
    She smacked herself again with the loofah pad. All that would have gotten her was a trip to the hospital. Ifher heart struggled to withstand exertion from a piano performance, how would it withstand a sexual encounter?
    Smirking then, she told herself that it might withstand just fine. Therin Rucker came across as quite the gentleman. If that persona carried over into the bedroom, perhaps there wouldn’t be much exertion required.
    Kianti applied more gel to the pad and considered the idea. Something told her the dashing politician left his manners at the door when pleasure was at stake. She sensed a fire, something unrelenting at rest beneath that polished exterior. Yes, there was a side to the man that, if unleashed sexually, could require much…exertion on the part of its recipient.
    She pressed a hand to her belly and moaned. She’d gone so long without indulging in that very enjoyable pastime. Only to herself would she admit that given another couple of days in Therin Rucker’s presence, she would’ve had him in her bed and exerting herself to the fullest.
    The loofah smacked her thigh a third time. “Get over it,” she growled.
    Somewhere a phone rang. Kianti leaned out of the shower to grab the wall mount next to the stall.
    â€œMs. Lawrence…Casey O’Dell down here at the gate. You’ve got a guest here. Mr. Therin Rucker.”
    Her hand returned to her belly and then to her mouth where she tapped her fingers to her lips.
    â€œMs. Lawrence?”
    Kianti took stock of her appearance in the mirror across from the shower. “Send him up.”
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    Therin inhaled the second he stepped from the elevator that deposited him in the middle of a room that whispered serenity and expansive comfort. Softly lit, the living room’s mellow appeal was evident not only by the cream-on-gold furnishings but also by the long window overlooking the ocean from the home’s rocky perch. He smiled then, further eased by the sound of her voice.
    â€œMr. Ambassador.”
    Therin turned and any ease he was experiencing was quickly replaced by need. Somewhere—somehow he was able to latch on to restraint.
    â€œI’m sorry…” He bowed his head while uttering the apology. “I, um… Your guard didn’t tell me you…”
    Kianti tossed back her head. “It’s okay. I told him to send you on up.”
    â€œI promised to say goodbye.” He spouted the first thing that came to his mind.
    She bit her lip on a smile. “Well, I hope you’re not about to do that. ”
    Therin rolled his eyes. To hell with it. It’d serve her right for greeting him in a towel with that gorgeous mane of hair piled atop her head and bubbles still clinging to her cinnamon skin. With that in mind, he bounded over, snagged the front of the towel and drew her close.
    Kianti was an eager and immediate participant in the thorough kiss. Her moans raised an instant after