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the wind itself all day.  There was a sense of mystery involved with Logan McNarry; Leila made a silent vow to herself to discover him.  “C’mon, I’ll fix the drinks,” Logan said, then added, “ and get my mouth guard.”
    Tiny lights sparkled throughout the McNarry’s private garden; Leila imagined they were surrounded by dancing fairies.  It would have been the perfect locale for flirting Tinkerbells to play, but Leila began to suspect it was the Southern Comfort talking.  “Logan, I think I’d better get back home before I earn a hangover,” she announced with a chuckle.
    They’d talked for several hours as the day had faded into the Virginia horizon, and Leila was nothing like he remembered.  She possessed every single quality that Logan was drawn to in a woman.  Her internship in his father’s office was the only speck of her life that didn’t interest him; as a matter of fact it rather disturbed him.  He had no idea why his throat tightened thinking of her in his father’s office each day, but it did.  Certainly his father’s roving eyes wouldn’t land on Leila; after all she was practically related.  An irritating older sister of sorts… one that now aroused him like no other woman he’d met.  “Okay, let me go tell your mom that I’m going to drive you home.  Do you mind if we stop off at the marina?  I want to make sure I locked the boat?”
    Leila shook her head dizzily, “Sure, that’s fine.”
    She watched him climb the back steps into the kitchen of the mansion like brick home.  As a child she’d spent countless hours in this house.  She learned how to walk on the rug in the foyer while her mother masterminded Senator McNarry’s campaigns.  Leila didn’t remember her own father; it was something that plagued her entire life.  Being a princess was hard when you didn’t have a father.  Most little girls had their Daddy’s, but Leila’s Prince Charming had to be invisible when she pretended to need rescue.  Senator McNarry could have put forth an effort to be a surrogate father to Leila, but he never had.  Her father had been David McNarry’s best friend.  In the end, it didn’t matter that she had no prince; as soon as her breasts began to develop her mother had sent her to an ‘all girl’s’ boarding school.  That is where she’d grown up, under the tutelage of New England spinsters who beat the ‘princess’ out of her.
    “Alright.  You ready to go?” Logan stepped beside her, pulling her from deep thought.
    Leila nodded and stood to take his outstretched hand, “Thank you, Logan.”
    “For what?” his voice was deep and sexy, enticing her as they walked arm in arm towards his car.
    “For reminding me what it’s like to laugh,” she said, snuggling against his arm.
    He tucked her into the golden leather seat of his Mercedes and closed the door carefully.  The little closeness she’d exhibited had made him grow hard, and her perfume now swirled around his head.  He couldn’t place the scent he thought, it was lavender, mixed with pumpkin?   It was sophisticated, yet drove him wild with the urge to slide inside her and soak up her warmth and sweetness.  He settled into the driver’s seat and pointed the car towards the Marina.
     

Monthly Meeting
    David twisted the black Luno Sport Movado watch nervously as Ronald drove him down 23 rd street to the private entrance to the Ritz Carlton.  It was pushing 9:30 p.m., and he was definitely late for his monthly meeting.  He was always a tad nervous when it came to meeting her like this.  No matter how long they’d known one another, how sure he was of her likes and dislikes, she never failed to shock him.  That was what he adored, hell even worshipped about her.  Each month since he’d assumed his Senate position they’d met here.  It was their time to reaffirm themselves to one another, compensation for the rest of the bullshit they had to endure in their lives.  They both needed it; they