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released her so she came back down on him swiftly.
    “Knew what?”
    Tiffany exhaled sharply from the impact. “That it could be like this.”
    “I didn’t know, either.”
    Her eyes widened with surprise at his admission.  
    “I suspected it might be this way with you.” He sat all the way up, arranged her legs around his waist and wrapped his arms around her. The new position put all their most important parts into close contact. Blaine ran his tongue over her lips and once again sent his fingers into the moistness between her legs, hoping to draw one more orgasm from her.
    She kissed him deeply, her tongue rubbing against his, her breasts pressed tight to his chest. He felt the now-familiar signs of her impending climax in the quivering of her thighs and the tightening of her inner muscles. She tore her lips free and let go with a cry of completion that tripped his explosive finish.  
    Blaine was definitely spending the night.
     
    Tiffany skipped into work the next day with far more energy than she should’ve had after the all-but-sleepless night with Blaine. They’d hardly said a word to each other, but who needed conversation when the sex was so amazing? For the first time since Jim left her, Tiffany felt hopeful about a future that didn’t include him. She was under no illusions it would include Blaine, either. Perhaps theirs would be a summer fling, a pleasurable interlude until they both moved on to more serious relationships.  
    Tiffany didn’t care if he never said more than “spread your legs” to her. The last thing she needed was another big entanglement after having just gotten free of Jim. Some mindless sex was the perfect way to repair her self-esteem and provide a distraction while she got the business launched.
    Whistling as she worked, Tiffany put the OPEN flag outside and waved at a few passing motorists who beeped at her on their way by. Today she wore one of the flirty, romantic, low-cut summer sundresses she carried in the store. Because Blaine had kept her in bed until late morning, she’d had no choice but to leave her hair curly and unruly. He said he liked it that way, and who was she to argue with a hot guy who seemed to like her with wild hair, no makeup and who left her with a sore but pleasant ache between her legs.
    The bells on the front door jingled, and Tiffany looked up to find her assistant Patty reporting for duty. Tiffany sure hoped business picked up soon so she could keep the earnest young woman on the payroll. As usual, Tiffany itched to get her hands on Patty’s stringy hair and dumpy clothes. The girl was a fashion disaster of the highest order, but she was also a hard worker.
    “You’re awfully cheerful today,” Patty said.
    “It’s a gorgeous day, and I get to come to my gorgeous little shop for work. What could be better than that?”
    “Um, maybe a few customers?”
    “Now, now, no pessimism allowed in this store. If we keep a positive attitude, good things will come our way.”
    “Have you been reading self-help books again?”
    “Maybe. There’s some really good advice in there. You might want to take a look yourself.”
    “Myself doesn’t need any help, thank you very much.”
    Tiffany tried to decide if she dared. “Your hair could use some help,” she blurted before she lost her nerve.
    Patty ran a self-conscious hand over her mousy brown hair, and Tiffany immediately felt like a jerk for mentioning it. “What’s wrong with my hair?”
    “Nothing. Forget it. I shouldn’t have said anything. I’d never want to hurt your feelings.”
    “You can’t take it back now! What were you going to say?”
    “It’s just that, with a little effort, you could be a knockout.”
    Patty’s blue eyes widened. Tiffany was itching to get some shadow on those lackluster lids. Under her deft hand, those eyes would dazzle. “You really think so?”
    “I know so.”
    “I don’t know anything about hair or makeup or clothes. My mother died when I was