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often pretended to want her because of
her father. But a man like Douglas Truman didn’t need a career
boost.
    So it baffled her that he swept his eyes up
her body slowly enough that she could tell he was mentally
undressing her. He’d probably get her all wrong. She hadn’t worn a
bra, and he was probably guessing it matched her panties. And how
was he to know the exact shape of her areoles or size of her
nipples? She tried to suppress her smile, because unlike him, she
glimpsed his sex and knew he was bare and larger than most.
    “What about you? Where is your
boyfriend?”
    “You’re looking at him,” she said, meaning
she didn’t have one.
    “Are you asking me out, Liv?” For comfort,
he unbuttoned his fitted jacket, which caught her eye, and once
again she started to stare at him.
    Her attention drifted up to his stellar
smile, and somehow she had the wit to say, “You’re too old for
me.”
    “How old are you?” he asked.
    She knew he had the answer but amused him
anyway by answering, “Twenty-one. And you’re forty-six. We’re both
smart enough to know that doesn’t add up.”
    Douglas watched her bring the joint to her
puckered mouth, and as she inhaled, he set his hand on her knee.
The way he brushed his thumb along her inner, soft skin, she knew
he meant it to be enjoyed, and it was. She in turn watched him,
studying him, because he was brazen tonight with his touching. She
didn’t understand the meaning of it.
    He leaned in close to her, inching toward
her lips. His dark eyes locked onto hers. She was sure he was about
to kiss her. Olivia’s heart began to race and in an instant she
decided she’d let him devour her in passion if he wanted. But right
when she forgot to breathe because his mouth was less than an inch
from hers, she let out her air in a trembling exhale. She couldn’t
believe how nervous she was. Maybe she wanted to kiss him more than
she realized.
    Douglas rest his lips against hers, allowing
the smoke she expelled billow into his mouth. As he breathed in, he
let his lips skim across hers with such a gentle sweeping touch
that it tingled. When her breath caught, he closed his lips around
hers for a kiss that was so light she swore she imagined it. Then
he leaned back to where he’d been as he exhaled and then kept his
hand on her leg distractingly. She stared at his thumb that dipped
below her knee. He wasn’t acting like himself, and she wondered if
it was the marijuana.
    “It’s been a while since I thought you were
too young for me,” he murmured. “Besides, I want an impressionable
woman young enough to learn to love fucking—and often, because
nothing is more boring than years of missionary style in an
impassionate marriage, or worse yet, no sex at all.”
    “I’m sure you don’t need a young,
impressionable eighteen to twenty-one year old for that.” She
rolled her eyes and decided to hand him the weed that was quickly
burning to a nub. There were possibly two drags left, and judging
from his explicit actions each time she smoked, he’d find some way
to seduce her in those last two breaths if she didn’t try to slyly
prohibit it. She was still trying to wrap her head around what he
was doing. He’d flirted with her before, but nothing like this.
Then again, he could want her to do nothing but let him test the
boundaries.
    “Not eighteen, no, I don’t want that. When
you’re my age, with my status, twenty-one is acceptable. I could
set you up in a condo for daily visits and it wouldn’t be
tantalizing enough to hit the papers—figuratively speaking, of
course. I respect your father too much to ever do that.”
    She snatched her joint out of his hand, even
though he was about to take a puff. If he didn’t automatically
include her in a sentence about respect, she wasn’t letting him get
away with anything else, including helping himself to more of her
stash. “You have real class, Doug.” She did her best to hide her
irritation but still dropped any