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his prestige. Having one or both didn’t make
someone a good person, anymore than not having either did. He’d worked his ass
off to get where he was today, so he deserved his success and the money his
company made him. She’d never begrudge him that, and she wasn’t interested in
him because of it.
    He
and the other Weathermen gave to more charities than she could count. They
funded the Storm Troopers, and they were doing more to find the hackers
responsible for fucking up The Madeline Project than Homeland Cyber Security was
doing, or anyone else for that matter.
    After
hearing the story of how Oliver had nearly died in that building, she had even
more respect and admiration for him. He was brave and strong. That wasn’t a
quality she was used to in the men she’d known, either. He was a hard worker,
too. He didn’t merely sit in his wood paneled office and dictate to the
underlings. He was out among his employees, every day, working just as hard as
anyone on his teams.
    He
cared about this planet and everyone on it. One of the reasons she’d been so
interested to hear how he’d met the other Weathermen was because of how hard
they all worked to find the hackers. She had no doubt they’d be the ones to
stop this, if it was possible to stop it at all.
    And
now it was even more obvious they weren’t doing it for fame or glory. They were
doing it because they cared about every living soul forced to be here,
underground. They were doing it because they wanted their planet back. Oliver
and the other Weathermen didn’t come across to her as ruthless or ambitious,
like the tabloids made them out to be. She saw them as noble and courageous.
They were hero-worthy material, not scoundrels.
    After
washing her face and brushing her teeth, she got into her favorite t-shirt and
shorts, then propped herself up against pillows in bed to see if there was a
movie to watch on her laptop. She could still feel Oliver’s lips against hers.
That second kiss had been so damn erotic. She had nearly parted her lips to let
his tongue inside, but he’d pulled away before she made the decision. Next
time.
    Right. And if you do that, you’ll
end up in bed with him.
    She
closed her laptop and frowned. That much was a given. How could any woman
resist him? But sex changed everything. What if she gave in and then things
went sour once he found out about her past? What if he grew bored with her the
way he did with all the women he dated, and moved on?
    It
wasn’t like she’d ever had any decent relationships. She didn’t know how to
handle Oliver, but now that she’d kissed him, she wanted him. She wanted him so
badly!
    She
was safer admiring him from afar. Safe in the fantasy world she’d created,
where he never tried to force her to do something in bed she didn’t want to do,
and where he never hit her or yelled at her, calling her names that left a scar
on her soul.
    The
problem with creating a fantasy world was that it couldn’t keep you warm at
night, or fill the aching need for the touch of another human being. She’d let
him in too far now to retreat back into the secure little corner of her mind
where he’d lived all these years.
    She
had laughed with him, and touched him, and told him about Donny. She had kissed
him, and he had kissed her back. This was real now. She was seeing him again
next Friday. Why had she asked to wait an entire week for their next date?
    Because you’re a chickenshit.
    True.
All true. But there was no turning back now. She was in this for the duration,
however short that might turn out to be.
    Blair
brushed her hand over her nipples, imagining Oliver gently sucking and biting
them. His lips had been so warm when he’d kissed her. How would that mouth feel
on her breasts?
    She
moaned softly and slid her hand into her shorts, rubbing her swollen clit.
Would he make love slowly, savoring every inch of her skin, or would he get her
so hot and bothered that he simply took her, rough and tumble?
    As
she