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for a moment, but the amusement remained. “You know, I’ve heard revenge can be sweet. Perhaps you should retaliate, even the playing field a little.” He raised one brow. “Or maybe…a lot.”
    I breathed a slight chuckle and skimmed my hands downward, my eyes following as I explored the chiseled plane of his chest, then the ripped expanse of his stomach below. I wanted to go farther, to smooth my hand lower and mold my fingers around the thick length of his cock, bulging beneath his blue jeans.
    He was hard. I’d felt it, hot and ready, when I pressed him against the door. My own body responded with a deep and urgent pulsing, my panties damp between my legs, and my breathing quick, in pace with my heart.
    I licked my lips, let my gaze drift from his eyes to his mouth, and said, “God, I’m so damned tempted. You have no idea.” I shook my head, just once, more at myself than him, and added, “But…I just can’t. I’m sorry.”
    I stepped back and dipped down to pick my bag up from the floor where I’d dropped it moments earlier. He turned his body, as did I, and we exchanged a long, silent look. I smiled softly and reached for the handle, unlocking the door and pulling it open just wide enough for me to wedge through.
    Then, as my judgment warred with my desire, I let it close against my young, seductive savior.
     

 

     
    I relocked the door and let out a deep breath, taking a moment to collect myself and stand down the missile in my pants. Damn, that woman was hot, a MILF, my friends would call her. Obviously older. Maybe fifteen years by the weary look in her eyes. But who fucking cares? She was gorgeous and wanted it as much as I did. Probably more considering what she’d told me about her husband and best friend. Shit, I never should’ve let her go. But, as turned on as she appeared, I recognized the signs of wealth and class and didn’t think she’d be into getting bent over the men’s room sink.
    Or maybe she would. Who knows?
    What I did know was, I was a lucky sonofabitch, because—in her obviously heightened state of arousal—she didn’t notice losing something out of her purse when she’d picked it up off the floor. I didn’t either at the time, but after she slipped away, the door got caught on something small and thin wedged beneath it. I bent down and yanked it clear. It was a leather business card holder. I debated whether I should run after her and return it. In my heart, I knew it was the right thing to do, but after that killer kiss she’d planted on me, I wanted to know more about her. There was little I could do, however, since she hadn’t introduced herself, but her card would rectify that.
    With a chuckle at the serendipitous nature of our encounter, I pulled a couple cards out, surprised there were two different types, each with a unique design and occupation. I studied the blue and white one first, thumbing the logo on the cardstock before I turned it over.

    “No. Fucking. Way,” I whispered to myself.
    Holy shit! What are the chances? This was just too good to be true. Karma or kismet or whatever the hell they called it. It had to be.
    “Dude, come on, hurry the fuck up!” yelled the guy pounding on the other side of the bathroom door.
    “Keep your pants on,” I threw back before tucking the first card away in my pocket. There was bound to be a perfect time to cash in on that bit of information. I unlocked the door and pulled it wide, mumbling, “Sorry, man,” at the guy as he pushed me out and slammed the door.
    With a snicker, I walked back into the vestibule, crowded with bodies waiting for the restroom. They all grumbled at me with angry glares. I offered a community apology and stepped past them as I looked over the second card. It was glossy black and had what looked like a book cover on one side. But the other had personal information, including her name, similar to the last, but different.
    “Eden MacLaird,” I said to myself then raised my eyes,