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“No. Trudy mentioned thatyou were still here, so I thought I would come and see what you were up to.”

Nora chuckled. “Yeah, shetold me you were not in the best of moods. I’m so sorry that mail was deliveredlate, and I couldn’t bring it up. I’ve been here most of the day, trying to fixit. I didn’t realize how bad it had gotten until around two.”

“It’s fine.”

He glanced down the lengthof her body. Her thighs looked full and ripe. He wondered what they would feellike wrapped around his waist as he pounded inside her. Gabriel wanted to touchher, to pull her into his arms and kiss those full lips, designed to be wrappedaround his cock. He’d love to sink to the back of her throat. His dick startedto harden, and he wanted to slide so hard and deep within her.

“I forgot to give yousomething,” she said.

She moved toward her deskand had to bend over, didn’t she? That full ass looked so inviting. He wantedto lift that skirt and see what kind of panties she wore.

Gabriel was not used tohaving these kinds of feelings. He loved women, enjoyed playing with women, butsince first seeing Nora, he’d not been able to even look at another woman. Thiswas disconcerting. It had been a long time since he had sex.

She came toward himcarrying a brown paper bag.

“Thank you for the otherday,” she said. “These are the clothes you let me borrow.” She offered him asmile. It was such a sweet, endearing smile.

Damn it. He grabbed thebag from her and placed it right in front of his dick. She didn’t need to seehow aroused he was.

“How much longer do youhave?” he asked.

“I’m not sure. Thirtyminutes, an hour, perhaps.”

“Good. I’ll help,” hesaid.

“You really don’t need todo that,” she said.

“I insist.” He removed hisjacket, rolled up his sleeves, and got to work in learning how his mail roomfunctioned.

Nora was a good teacher,and together they were able to finish in exactly thirty minutes.

“Grab your coat. I’mtaking you to dinner.”

“Sir, you don’t need to dothat.”

“I know, but I insist.Come on.” He held out his hand, and Nora glanced at it for just a moment. Whatwas going through her head as she hesitated? He waited.

Then, she slid her hand inhis, and he couldn’t help but wonder if she felt it too. Did she feel thatpower between them? That magic? What the fuck was happening to him?

He was going to have tofuck soon. That could be the only explanation as to why he was feeling thisway. This had been the longest time he’d gone without sex. Women were so openlyavailable to him, and he usually took full advantage of it.

They walked out of thebuilding together, and he went straight to his car, helping her into thepassenger side. He couldn’t resist reaching in to slide the belt across herchest, and securing her into his car. She didn’t complain. He walked around theother side, and climbed into his car.

“You have a nice car,” shesaid.

“I know.” He turned overthe ignition, and within seconds, they were pulling out of the parking lot ofhis building and heading toward his favorite Italian restaurant. There wasnever a wait for him, and his table was always reserved. He never cooked forhimself.

Handing his key to the concierge,he helped Nora out of his car and led her inside the restaurant. The maître d’was already there with a smile and took him straight to his table.

“Do you have any idea how hardit is to get a table at this place?” Nora asked.

“No,” he said. He lookedat her. “Did your boyfriend or husband wish to book you a table here?”

None of the information hegathered on her mentioned a partner. No husband, no boyfriend.

“No, no, I don’t have ahusband or a boyfriend. I overheard one of the men in the lunchroom complainabout it. He wanted to take his wife for a special anniversary dinner, and shealways wanted to come here.”

“Who?” he asked, curiousas to who might have wanted a table.

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