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We both laugh as Trevor hands a twenty-dollar bill to the driver and we get out of the taxi. It takes all of my restraint not to look at the front of his trousers, wondering if what he said is true.As we wait for the elevator, a few other couples join us, and I give up the fantasy of a scene from one of those hot romance movies. You know the one I mean, the one in an elevator?I had it all in my mind, just the two of us as we recreate the back hallway at the bar the other night: his body against mine as we float higher and higher toward my suite.As we step into the elevator, Trevor moves to the back wall and while facing the door, pulls me to him. My back falls firmly against his front as I unknowingly let out a gasp.Oh shit!He wasn’t lying.I close my eyes as his undeniable erection probes against my lower back. With his hands steadfastly on my hips, moving away from him is out of the question. He has me trapped, and I’m overwhelmed. My breathing catches as my body trembles and h

I wake to the warmth of Shana’s body against mine, or more accurately, mine against hers. While waking with a hard-on isn’t unusual, having the woman of my dreams in bed beside me is. Reaching out, I run my fingers through her beautiful sex-mussed hair on the pillow beside me. In the morning light, the golden hue catches my attention while beneath my fingers, the soft curls remind me of spun corn silk. It’s my fantasy come to life.I don’t try to suppress my smile as I recall how Shana’s hair became tousled.It’s as my mind goes back to last night that my body responds. I shouldn’t want her again, not after all we did, but I do. Closing my eyes, I recall everything after our initial sonic connection. I remember carrying her to the bed, the way she stared up at me with her big blue eyes. My fingers twitch to touch her smooth skin as they remember unbuttoning her dress...Last night...Fuck!Shana’s smile lights up the hotel suite as she willingly gives me access to each tiny button on

Friday lunch and Stephen looks at me over his glass of iced tea, his gaze narrowing as he assesses what he sees. “Take a step back,” he says. “I like you better all giddy and sexed up than bitchy and mean-spirited.”I toss my plastic fork into the plastic bowl filled with a green leafy salad that I’ve barely touched and stare at the man who is supposed to be my best friend. “First off, I’m not bitchy.”“Right.”“I’m not. I’m not bitchy.” I lean back, crossing my arms over my chest, and assess the people walking by. Our small bistro table isn’t anything special. It isn’t like we’re in Paris or Rome. Stephen and I are simply at a small round table on the sidewalk outside a local deli hidden down a less-traveled street.“I know,” Stephen says, “this attitude of yours is because you want to go with me upstate tonight and spend a glorious weekend with my parents and siblings. Boss lady, you’re welcome. You know my mom loves you. I just thought you’d rather keep up this bunny-rabbit sex thi

“You and Shana Price?” Max says with a shit-eating grin as he smiles at me over his glass of bourbon. “I guess that means you won the bet, her being one of the models and all. Hell, I can’t believe I didn’t recognize her.”“You really didn’t?”“No, not until later. I think it’s that thing where someone is out of context. I wasn’t expecting to see her here, much less onstage wearing a negligee.”My mind goes back to that moment. I understand what he means. I was flabbergasted and shocked all at once when I realized it was her. Then again, I think she was the most beautiful woman on the stage. I’m surprised that every man’s vision didn’t immediately gravitate to her.“So how much do I owe you?”I wave my hand. “No one won, and meeting up again with Shana had nothing to do with a bet.”“Fair is fair,” he says.“We all chipped in. Everything is even. Besides, the gamble would have been less if we’d just have stayed at my apartment as I suggested in the first place.”“Your apartment used t

Back in my hotel room, as I prepare for my escape weekend with Trevor, I contemplate what to throw into my carry-on suitcase. There might have been a time when I would have felt guilty about leaving two hotel rooms in the Financial District of Manhattan unoccupied for two nights on Saks’s dime, but as I take a deep breath to expel the negativity from the last week working with Witch Vicky, I’m filled with nothing but anticipation.Even though Trevor told me the concert venue is nude, I throw a few tops, a pair of jeans, and even a skirt and blouse onto the bed. It’s then that I see the black Saks Fifth Avenue bag with the small black and white bow that brings a much-needed smile to my face.The negligee inside isn’t exactly like the one I wore on the runway. That one is for next season’s sales. This one caught my eye as I was leaving the offices on the tenth floor this evening—the mannequin near the elevators was wearing it. Reaching nearly to the floor, the sleek satin fell loosely f