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her again, and maybe again after that. God, every touch had been perfect, intense. “I'll wear the shoes. It's more dignified, don't you think?"
    He laughed and, leaning forward, grabbed the sapphire blue strapped heels and reached out for Laine's leg. Pulling her toward him, he caressed the ball and arch of her foot, stroked the heel, circled her ankle with the tip of his finger. He slipped on the sparkly shoe, carefully buckled the thin strap and ran his palm up her calf.
    Under his spell, she let him move her leg so that her heeled foot was planted on the carpet, her knee bent, offering Jason an unobstructed view of her frosting-smeared thighs and sex. He took her other foot into his hands and rubbed it briefly before working the tiny buckle into place. With a soft caress, he planted her other foot wide apart, leaving him access to her wet center.
    Looking up at him with wonder at the sensuality he infused into every act, she whispered, “Okay, maybe just one more time."
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Chapter Two
    Saturday, the twelfth of June
    "You're an asshole,” Laine accused, straightening the white silk guest book with a ballpoint, plumed pen.
    "So you tell me. Keep it up, and I might develop a complex.” Jason had been following her around while she neatened the place cards for the reception, worked with the florist and checked in on her security detail—a guy on payroll assigned to be ever-present in the groom's company. There would be no opportunity for dalliance. There would be no third strike. Of course that meant keeping fuck-ups that stressed out brides to a minimum, which meant keeping her mind off Jason, the incredible, confusing lay from last week.
    "I can't believe you partnered with Connie, had me assigned exclusively to your hotel, and didn't even have the courtesy to speak to me about it first."
    Grabbing the box of Jordon almond bundles in pink tulle, he followed her from setting to setting as she distributed the favors to the parents’ table. “I called you three times this week. I tried to talk to you when you were here on Wednesday and yesterday. Not my fault you're too chicken to spend five minutes alone with me. Besides, you were already assigned to the Henley brides. Connie and I just put a few details down in ink."
    Dragging a long breath in through her nose, Laine tried to rein in her emotions. “Why would you need to do that? And I am not chicken, so get your ego in check. I'm busy. You might have noticed it's June. High season . I don't have a lot of free time right now.” She paused her bustling and glanced up at Jason. “Besides, we work together. This can't be a good idea."
    "There are more important things than business. But you're busy now, that's fine, we'll find time where we can and then in July I'll take you up to the cottage—"
    "Okay, Jason ... this is how each setting should look ... exactly. I've got to run up and see Gloria to make sure the buttons on her dress got fixed. Make sure your people get every spot exactly the same."
    She offered her most professional, insincere smile, knowing he would see through it in a second flat, and sprinted out of the reception hall for the main lobby. There wasn't time for chit-chat, and the last thing she needed was another distraction. The job was important. The career was important. More important than whatever fling Jason had in mind.
    He was a world class player, everyone knew it. Laine had no problem with it either. If she went into the relationship with a no strings attitude, she wouldn't get hurt. But that meant keeping her emotions from spiraling out of control. So long as she played by her rules, got out fast and didn't let some little thing like a crush get the better of her, she would be all right. Life was about choices, and she was making her own.
    Of course, it surprised her to no end that Jason had actually called throughout the week, and she was doing her damnedest to keep her heart from fluttering into overdrive each