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reflected with a hint of
    an indulgent smile in his voice. “I can still remember the time you decided to cut your hair. It was always annoying the hell out of you and getting in the way of your workouts. I wanted so badly to tell you to leave it long. I wanted to have a chance to see it lying against your perfect, naked body. But then you took the plunge and did it anyway. I
    grieved over that hair. I sat in my house, alone, and drank a six pack as I imagined us having sex with nothing but your hair covering you.”
    “I never knew. God, I swear I never knew.” How could she have been so blind? There was so much more to Nick. Lacey had the uncomfortable notion she’d been seeing her friend in black and white then suddenly someone flicked on a plasma screen and everything took on new dimensions.
    “I know. We were friends, sweetheart, and whether you cut your hair, dyed it pink, or wore a Mohawk, it was a decision you had to make for yourself. In the end, it worked out fine, because I can still imagine fucking you, only now your hair isn’t in my way.”

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    Lacey clutched at the phone and groaned aloud. “Nick, you are seriously driving me crazy with all these little bombs you keep dropping on me!”
    “Four o’clock?” he asked, hope and tenderness in his deep, sexy voice. She sighed and gave in. “Yeah, I’ll be there.”
    They hung up, and Lacey was able to move again. She went to the freezer, her hands automatically reaching for the coffee she couldn’t live without, and wondered again what on earth she was thinking by not flat out saying no to Nick’s outrageous proposition of sex lessons.
    Then she remembered her dream. Despite how dumb it might be to mix her friendship with sex, she was probably going to end up saying yes.
    Searching for her favorite coffee cup and finding it in the sink, dirty, Lacey cringed. “Lord, I seriously need to get a grip on my lazy housekeeping ways.”
    As she started washing the pink mug that read, “Don’t like my attitude? Send me an email at: [email protected]”, Lacey couldn’t help laughing at the irony of her situation.
    “A personal trainer, needing a very personal trainer. How nuts is that?” All joking aside, the truth was still there staring her in the face like a black cloud.
    She did need help in the bedroom. Lacey was obviously too boring to hold a man’s attention. Evan was the perfect example.
    If Nick was anything in real life like he was in her dream world then she was certain to end up a virtuoso in the fine art of sex.

    Nick hung up the phone, got out of bed and headed toward the bathroom. He stripped out of his boxers and turned on the shower. Only when he could feel the hot water sluicing down his back did he indulge in thoughts of Lacey.
    He loved knocking her off balance. She was floundering in her safe, little world and they both knew it. There was no way he’d let her escape him this time. She was almost within reach, and after their workout she would be all his. About damn time, too. He was going insane wanting her.
    Anne Rainey

    After yet another restless night of dreaming of Lacey’s sleek, strong legs, small, firm breasts and heart-shaped ass, Nick couldn’t have kept himself from reaching for the phone if he’d been hogtied. It had been vital to hear her husky morning voice.
    She’d sounded groggy, but when she’d heard his voice, her attitude had shifted, becoming instantly alert and on guard. He could tell she’d lied about sleeping soundly. If she were any other woman, he would have called her out on it. Made her admit his heated words and touches the night before had aroused her. He wasn’t a complete moron when it came to women. He knew arousal when he saw it. Or heard it.
    Had she dreamed of him? Nick was almost sure of it. Had she gotten hot thinking of what he might soon be doing to her? He could only hope. He wanted her turned on and anxious. Served her right for making him so crazy.
    Nick finished his