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show.” She paused.
“What the hell?”
    Kelly craned her neck to see what the problem was. She
couldn’t see where Alana was staring, thanks to all the people strolling about
as if they were on the beach rather than at an illicit sex club. Why weren’t
they slinking around and trying to hide their faces? Was she the only one who
found the concept of visiting a sex club blush-worthy? “What?”
    “My space. Some creep took it.” Alana screeched the car to a
halt in the nearest empty slot and yanked the key out of the ignition. “I’ve
been here half a dozen times and no one ever takes it. Must not be my night.”
    “Which space?”
    “The one on the end. Closest to the side exit. Anyway, it
doesn’t matter. We’re parked now.” She fluffed her curls, checked her teeth in
the rearview mirror and smiled brightly. “Ready?”
    Kelly looked. Looked again. She forced out the breath
trapped in her throat. “No.”
    The car in Lan’s space looked awfully familiar. Surely a lot
of people drove red Acuras. Just because Spencer did too didn’t mean anything.
    She just had him on the brain. That was all.
    “Kel? What’s the problem?”
    It was silly even to consider it might be him. Because there
was absolutely no chance her straitlaced boss would hang out here. A
down-and-dirty, illegal sex club? No way.
    “Nothing.” It couldn’t be Spencer, and that was that.
    She got out and followed Alana as quickly as she could in
her high-heeled sandals. What choice did she have? She’d been dumb enough to
agree to come along, so she’d slink inside, take a quick look around to say she
had and hit the exit. She opened her tiny purse to dig out her wallet.
Hopefully she had enough money for a couple of mixed drinks. They’d blunt her
anxiety but not leave her hungover in the morning. Very important. She’d be
damned if she had to fight a migraine all day at work.
    Alana huffed out a breath. “There are hot guys all over the
place. And I need to find my hot guy soon before I melt into a damn
puddle.” Obviously reading Kelly’s torn expression, she tugged on her arm.
“Can’t you just live a little? You program your sex, your meals, your exercise.
You never get to work a minute late. You so need to get laid tonight. You need something .”
    Maybe so, but sex was absolutely the last thing on her mind
at the moment, other than the trouble her damn list was going to cause her if
the wrong person happened upon it. Which was anyone, really. Especially if
she’d lost the PDA at work—the most likely scenario. God, why hadn’t she
thought to password protect the file? Was she really that stupid?
    Yes, she was.
    At the sudden prickle of heat behind her eyes, she glanced
away from Alana and stared across the parking lot, the perfect angle to see the
red sedan. Dammit, it even had a dent in the same place on the fender. She’d
seen it just that morning when she’d parked behind him.
    Holy fuck. Her boss, here. Looking for sex. Naughty sex, the
kind best suited to explicit movies.
    Kelly licked her lips. No damn way. Not Mr. All Business,
24/7. It was even more improbable than her being here. Forget improbable,
try impossible.
    “Lan, c’mere.”
    Though her friend sputtered, Kelly dragged her to the next
row of cars. She peered through the lightly tinted windows at the sedan’s
miniscule backseat. Sitting there, plain as day, was a paper bag from The Book
Nook full of promo items.
    “Oh man.” She leaned against the trunk to keep from
collapsing on the sizzling blacktop. “Oh man.”
    “What is it? What’s wrong?”
    She couldn’t tell her. How could she out him like that when
she didn’t know the score? Not that Alana knew him or would ever betray a
confidence, but still. She owed Spencer the benefit of the doubt.
    And God, the heat must be getting to her, because what doubt
could he be benefiting from? His car was in the parking lot of a traveling sex
club. He probably wasn’t inside reading the