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By the time hecame out again—cool, composed and fully dressed—she felt good again. She’d had tworounds of amazing sex and quite a few powerful orgasms. She definitely needed ashower to cool off and wash up, but after that she’d be able to enjoy theaftermath of her climaxes and have a long night’s sleep in a cozy bed.

And tomorrowwas Saturday. She could get settled again at home and hang out with Sabrina.

Plus she had alunch date on Wednesday and another date next Saturday with a handsome,eligible man. The fundraiser should be fun—with a lot of affluent, importantpeople to mingle with and have fun taunting. She’d have to go shopping with Sabrinato find herself a new, sexy dress. Phil Rothe really was gorgeous. With all thepractice and experience she’d had recently, she wouldn’t even be self-consciousor scared about sex, so there was finally the potential to get serious about aman.

She had nothingto complain about.

When she gotout of bed, she stumbled at a jolt of sharp pain between her legs.

“All right?” Anderasked, eyeing her in concern.

“Sore,” sheadmitted. “We had a lot of sex this evening.”

He chuckled,and she was relieved to see he looked relaxed again. “We did.”

“It was reallygood,” she told him, sliding the envelope of money over to him. “I’m not surewhat got into me.”

His gaze wascareful and observant, although he still smiled as he slipped the cash into hispocket uncounted. “What do you mean?”

“I mean I was...waslike an animal.” She blushed as she thought about her shamelessness. “I hope Ididn’t scratch you too much.”

“You didn’t.”One corner of his mouth quirked up. “I think the animal suits you well.”

His comment wasclever and flippant, but it made her blush again. This time from pleasure.

“So we’re onfor a week from Monday?”

“Yes,” he saidas he packed up his case. “I have you scheduled.”

“Good. I’mlooking forward to it.” She walked him to the door and leaned against it as heleft the room. “Have a good week.”

“You too.”

As Lori watchedAnder walked down the hall toward the elevator, she had to ask herself what shewas more looking forward to: her first date with an eligible man she couldpossibly have a future with or her next engagement with Ander.

Six

“I’m telling you,” Loriinsisted, trying so hard not to laugh she almost slopped her champagne. “Hewasn’t leering at my cleavage.”

Phil Rothe—lean,dark, sexy, and rugged with his five o’clock shadow and deeply tanned face—gaveher a rakish grin. “Deny it all you want. I know where his eyes were lingering.And it wasn’t on your necklace. And he perked up even more when I told him youwrote sexy romances under a penname.”

Lori moved anunconscious hand to her jade pendant on a gold chain she’d paired with her deepgreen evening gown. “Phil, he’s about a hundred years old! And the chair of themuseum board!”

“Evenprestigious museum boards boast pervy old men,” Phil murmured, moving an armaround her waist as they strolled out of the elegant ballroom, clustered withwell-dressed, affluent guests, and into the wide hallway that led to rooms withthe artwork being showcased tonight. “He was definitely sneaking a peak at yourcleavage. And, since you chose to wear that dress, I can hardly be surprised.”

Sniffingdisdainfully, Lori gave him a pseudo-cool look. She and Phil had gone to luncha few days ago and had a great time. So far their date to the museum fundraiserwas a success as well. Phil was smart, funny, and handsome, and she liked hisblunt manner and quick humor. She even liked his books. “This dress shows onlya perfectly respectable amount of cleavage.”

Phil’s eyeslingered obviously at the deep crease and shadow at the neckline of her gown.While it wasn’t so revealing as to be crude, the dress was sexier than anythingshe’d ever owned before. He lifted his dark eyebrows and drawled, “Yeah.”

She chuckledand came to a stop in the middle of the hallway, next to a huge mirror with anelaborate, gilded frame. A quick glance in the mirror showed her to be lookingquite nice this evening, with upswept hair and more makeup than she usuallywore. She twisted her neck slightly to make sure there was no longer any hint ofa bruise from where Ander had bit her the week before.

She was alittle surprised that Ander hadn’t asked permission before he’d marked her, butshe hadn’t minded the bruise, really. It evoked very pleasurable memories. Shewas glad it had faded in time for this evening, though.

She slanted ateasing look over at Phil. “Obviously, elderly chairmen of museum boards don’thold exclusive rights to perviness.”

Phil took astep closer to her. “Who exactly did you have in mind?”

Feeling alittle thrill of excitement at his obvious attraction, Lori took a step back.“I had in mind a certain younger, smug lawyer who has recently taken a turn atbeing a writer.”

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