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worth it. So few people he came into contact with were like that.
    His cell phone rang. He’d ignored most of the calls, but that particular tone belonged to his assistant. “I’m sorry, Dahlia, I have to take this one.”
    Ten minutes later he hung up and sighed. “I won’t be able to come to the show tomorrow, or rather tonight. I just got called to Paris a day early. I’m sorry.”
    She shrugged. “It’s your job, Nash. Don’t apologize for having to do it.”
    â€œI’ll be back in a week. I’ll see you then, all right? I have your e-mail now, so I’ll keep in touch while I’m gone.”
    â€œI’d like that. Take some pictures and send them to me, please. I’ve never been to Paris.”
    He’d have to remedy that. He wanted to shower her with presents, but he knew she’d be uncomfortable and with the way he’d acted when they first met, he understood why. So he’d have to wait and bide his time and figure out ways to do things for her that wouldn’t make her feel bought.
    She walked him to the balcony just outside her door. “Which one is your car?” Looking out over the parking lot she laughed. “Never mind. I’m guessing it’s the dark blue GTO?”
    â€œYeah. Isn’t she lovely?”
    â€œShe’s hot. I love the new design.”
    He looked surprised.
    â€œWhat? Oh, I see. Women aren’t supposed to have opinions about cars? Or is it that Bambi and Kitten just liked to look pretty in them?”
    â€œYou’re a smart-ass. I’ve liked that from day one. I’ll have you know I’ve never dated anyone named Bambi.”
    â€œBut Kitten?”
    Surprised laughter burst from his lips. “Busted. I don’t think her given name was Kitten though. So, changing the subject now.” He raised an eyebrow at her, and she smirked.
    â€œYou like cars then, I take it?”
    â€œI do. My dad runs a mechanic shop back in Liberty. My older brother and brother-in-law work there, too. Dad restores cars on the side. The first one I helped with was a 1967 Mustang Fastback. The last time I was home he was working on a ’53 Chevy.”
    Nash practically salivated. “Really? Beauty. I bet that ’53 is sexy.”
    â€œOh, yeah. Big and hard and makes a nice throaty sound.”
    â€œSuddenly, I’m even harder. Dahlia, each new thing I find out about you pleases me more. I have a ’54 ’Vette.”
    Her eyes widened. “Get out! You do not!”
    Pulling her flush against his body, he spoke, lips just barely touching hers. “I do. What’ll you give me to drive it?”
    â€œWell, my goodness.” The tip of her tongue darted out and traced the line of his lips. “I wouldn’t want you to crash or anything, but a car like that just calls out for a blow job with the top down.”
    He shivered at the thought of watching the midnight fall of her hair over his lap as he drove. Those lush lips wrapped around his cock. “God, you’re perfect.”
    She laughed, tipping her head back. “There’s no way I’d actually really drive it, by the way. I’d be terrified of even scratching it. But I’ll still make good on my offer. And, just as a related piece of information? I’ve always wanted to be fucked on the hood of a muscle car.”
    â€œDamn it, Dahlia, how am I supposed to wait a week to see you again?”
    â€œHunger is the best sauce, Nash.”
    Reluctantly, he walked back down to his car and turned to wave goodbye. She waved back and didn’t go inside until he’d driven off.

CHAPTER FOUR
    D ahlia filled her days with school, class work, job hunting, and at night she worked at The Dollhouse. If she stopped for one minute she’d think of Nash and she couldn’t afford to. Hell, he already consumed her thoughts twenty-three hours a day as it was. Nash made her want things she