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Last Updated: October 24, 2008

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Her eyes hurt. She hadn’t even opened them and they hurt. She thought for sure a drum beat in her brain. The steady rhythm pounding behind her eyeballs clued her in.

“God, what did I do?” Her eyelids were swollen shut. She rubbed them and forced her lids open, blinking as they broke apart. Sitting up, she glanced around. Where was she?

The noise of clanging pans brought her back to reality. She’d been with Gary. Threw up on his clothes if she remembered right. Now she slept in his bed? She glanced briefly under the covers. Bare to the bone, except for her underwear. The shirt she had worn lay on the floor and the shorts were folded and stacked on the dresser. “Oh, God,” she moaned and plopped her head back on the pillows. What had she done?

The memory came back to her like a freight train. She’d come on to him. Didn’t he say no? She buried her face in the pillow. The fabric smelled like him. “Guess not.”

The door made a small squeak when it opened. “You okay?” Gary’s voice floated through.

She pulled the pillow over her head. “Probably not.”

His deep chuckle rumbled. “You’ll feel better after you eat, if you can.”

She couldn’t look at him. “You mind telling me what happened last night?” She changed her mind and peeked out. He’d dressed in boxers, just boxers, and almost every sculpted inch of him showed. Did she breathe?

His brawny arms crossed and he leaned against the doorjamb—smiling, of course.

“Oh, God. Never mind.” She released the edge of the pillow she held, causing everything to go dark. “I don’t want to know.”

“Why?” His voice sounded closer. The bed sunk under his weight.

She peeked out again. “Because I think I’ll hate myself.”

He lifted the pillow. “And here I thought you’d hate me.”

She swallowed and looked at him. “Why would I hate you? I’m the one who asked. You just accommodated.”

“Accommodated?”

He looked confused. She covered her eyes, embarrassed. “I hope we used a condom, assuming we got that far.” She looked at him again. “You are responsible in that department, aren’t you?”

His brows arched. “Very, look…”

“Just tell me one thing.” She pulled the sheet to her chin and propped herself on her elbow. “I wasn’t that bad, was I?”

He closed his eyes and touched his forehead as if he had a headache. Then he started to laugh. “You don’t remember anything?”

She shook her head. “Last thing I remember was laying on the couch.”

He brushed her cheek with the back of his fingers. “Would you believe me if I told you nothing happened?”

She lifted the sheet and peered at her nude body again. “No.” She covered herself.
He looked at the floor then at her. “You had my shirt on when I put you to bed.”

“Yeah, I bet.” She clicked her tongue.

He laughed and studied his hands. His lip jutted out when he looked at her. “Did you have fun last night?”

“No.” She’d almost cut him off before he finished. “I mean…” She dropped back against the pillow. “I have no idea.”

The baby-you-love-me grin came on his face again. Her body flushed with embarrassment.
“My offer from last night is still open. How about I take you out tonight, and we talk about it?”

“Tonight?” She arched her brows. “You want to take me out?”

He nodded. “Believe it or not, Mira, I find you fascinating. And I need your help.”

“My help? But, I’m…supposed to be doing wild things with my sister.”

He leaned nearer and placed both his hands on either side of her, studying her. “What if I help out? We can do wild things together.”

Her libido went nuts. She coughed, trying to buy time. He came way too close. “Why would you want to?” She inched farther under the sheet, trying to regain control of her faithless body.

He inched closer. “Mira, we’re adults. What’s wrong with us getting to know each other?” He eyed her. “I promise we won’t do anything you don’t want.”

She licked her lips.

Longing came into his eyes again and he kissed her. Slow. The tip of his tongue painted her lips then delved briefly inside.

She let him. God, did she let him. In that second, she’d have let him do anything he wanted.
When he pulled away, she heard herself moan.

“Tonight, then?”

His baby blues pierced the shredded armor she’d welded around her sex drive. Blood rushed to her head and she couldn’t think.
“Mira?”

Instead of speaking, she nodded like a spring-loaded doll.

He grinned and kissed her neck. “I’ll pick you up at seven. Why don’t you get dressed? I have breakfast waiting for you.” He paused. “I’ll have an aspirin waiting for that headache, too.”

He left, closing the door on the way out. She inched herself up and looked at the oversized shirt on the floor.

Okay, so what did happen?

* * * * *

Nothing. Nothing happened.

Gary marched into the tall office building, which housed his office, almost running into a crowd coming out. He apologized and moved on, his thoughts jumbled. He wanted to tell Mira the truth, but something stopped him from an all out push to convince her. Maybe because he didn’t know how much of “nothing” was true. Something did happen—to him.

The thought pestered him after he’d dropped her off at her place. His jaw clenched. Yeah, he’d kissed her, even held her tight. And the view…

“Oh, Christ.” He took a breath to steady himself. He hadn’t touched her, not in the biblical sense anyway. But he wanted to. God, how he wanted to.

He ran a hand through his hair. He figured she’d gotten hot during the night and stripped. That had to be it because as much as he wanted to see what hid under that shirt, he sure as hell didn’t walk in his sleep and take it off. Fact was, he’d grown hot during the night, too, and he’d made certain to keep his clothes on. Once naked, the temptation to crawl in bed with the beauty would have killed him.

He exhaled and tried to relax. Much as he wanted to, tossing around in the sheets with Mira wouldn’t be a good business decision. A good businessman didn’t let anything jeopardize a major project. And he was a good businessman. This was the game for him, the Superbowl of advertising. He intended to win.

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