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well pleased with the results and felt that the added expense had been worth the effort.
    The house was on two levels and had ceilings seventeen feet high on the first floor. Custom marble columns dominated the main room and emphasized the curved, wrought iron stairway. Bamboo floors created a relaxed, low-key elegance that he required in his home. The house was open and airy and drew the eye to the back of the house where a wall of windows displayed an infinity pool that gave the illusion of flowing into the Mississippi river.
    Richard gently picked up her hand and led her into the center of the room. "Welcome to my home, Jenny. " It occurred to him that he wanted her there. In his home. He usually never brought women here. His house and private space were sacred to him, and he didn't like anyone intruding. What kind of sorcery was she casting on him? What kind of witchery was making him act so differently? Her softness was a persuasion he couldn't resist. Her beauty a lure that tantalized him. He reached out and kissed her softly on the lips. He brushed his mouth lightly to the corner of hers. He took soft pecks all over her face and opened his mouth enough that she could just taste him. "Thank you for agreeing to come here with me, Jenny. "
    She was mesmerized by his gentleness. She was terrified by the feelings coursing through her. She was forty-three years old, and the mother of two sons. She had experienced life and knew what lust felt like. This was more than lust. At least on her part. She felt an urgent need to regain control. She walked away from him and went to stand by the bank of windows. She gazed out over the water. "You have a gorgeous place. It's so much more than I expected. "
    "What did you expect? " She felt his complete attention on her.
    "I don't know. A house. You know. Like mine. Maybe a three bedroom, two bath ranch in the suburbs. Like mine. " Her head tipped to the left as she watched a speedboat go by.
    "I'm sorry you're disappointed, sweetheart. " He came up behind her and laid his hands on her shoulders. He pulled her back into his front and pushed his pelvis into her. His presence was intense and consuming. Had she really thought she could regain control, just by strolling away? She was quickly learning that when he focused on something, he gave it all his attention. His focus now was on her.
    "I'm not disappointed. " She turned in his arms. He circled his arms around her. She took a deep breath. "Richard, what do you do for a living? I mean, really do? "
    He stiffened, but did not move away. If anything, his arms became firmer, more aggressive.
    "You know I run a bar, Jenny. " His eyes glimmered at her. She felt his ruthlessness. His need to get his way. "Have you forgotten my office so soon? " He moved his hand to her breast. She jumped. "You want me to remind you how we met? "
    Jenny shook her head. "I remember. " She looked around her. "But I don't understand all of this. Surely a bar in the city can't pay for this. "
    She covered his hand on her breast with one of her own. She gazed into his eyes. "It scares me. " Her voice was a whisper. "Should I be scared of you, Richard? "
    "No. I don't want you scared of me. "
    "But, should I be? "
    His stance became rigid. "I'm not letting you out of your promise to spend the weekend with me, just because of your prudent, moralistic attitude about how much money I have and how I make it. I'm not hurting you or anyone else. "
    "You're not hurting anyone at all? " She relaxed slightly in his arms.
    "They hurt themselves. I don't open their mouths and pour the alcohol in. If I didn't supply the place to drink, someone else would. I see no legitimate reason that I shouldn't be turning a profit from other people's vices. Maybe you don't agree with that. But it's how I make money. Deal with it. "
    Jenny felt some of the tension run out of her body. His answer was to the point. Succinct. He thought her morals were offended by the ethical question of his