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hadn’t squelched his interest
with her short-tempered remark. “Okay. I would like your company. Thanks.”
    “Good.” He followed her to the door and opened it. She could
feel the heat of him still and her body reacted.
    Tropical heat tingled throughout her entire body. Her
panties grew damp. Would she never cool down?
    If he took her right there in the doorway, she would let
him. She nearly groaned at the thought… Her arms splayed wide, her legs even
wider as he bent her over, his hands on her hips…
    God! Stop it already!
    He motioned for the receptionist to join them. Muriel came
down the hallway, smiling. Preston told the girl he was taking Cadence to her
hotel and to call around his car.
    Muriel was only too happy to make that call. She sashayed
back to her desk, her crisp linen skirt clinging to every curve.
    Cadence watched with envy and then looked away. She was
acting like a jealous teenager and Preston was sure to notice.
    But it had been so…long, she rationalized. She just hadn’t
been in the company of an attractive man in a while, at least one who wasn’t
already spoken for, and boy was Preston Night an attractive man.
    Here I go again. Deep breaths, deep breaths. One, two,
three…
    They took the elevator to the ground floor. Preston stood a
step ahead of her, which gave her the opportunity to check him out more
closely. He was athletic, like a thoroughbred. His jacket covered a lean butt,
encased in perfectly cut trousers. His shoulders were wide. She wanted to run
her hand across his back and feel his muscles ripple beneath her fingers.
    She was getting randy without any effort. She welcomed the
change. It almost made up for what she’d learned about her sham of a family.
She was going to have a lot of fun spending the money and wouldn’t give a
thought to what all those lies had cost.
    Thinking about them burst her bubble.
    Preston Night might be hot but he was also a consummate
professional. A girl her age didn’t fall apart at the seams over a little
flirty attention.
    The bell pinged and the elevator door opened. Whatever she
had dreamed might happen on the ride down didn’t happen.
    A girl can fantasize , she mused. Perhaps her first
purchase ought to be a vibrator. At least that way she could hopefully get all
this raging lust out of her body.
    They waited in the foyer. A sleek, black Escalade pulled up
to the curb. A uniformed man opened the door for them.
    Preston introduced her to his driver. “This is Frank.”
    Frank was tall and broad-shouldered. Probably doubled as a
bodyguard, she decided. The thought thrilled her. Did Preston lead a life of
danger and intrigue? Probably not. He specialized in estates and trusts.
    Besides, James Bond didn’t need a bodyguard, did he?
    “Hello, Frank,” she said.
    Frank tipped his cap and bowed slightly.
    Cadence hadn’t expected this display of old-fashioned
courtesy.
    “Frank is practicing his softer side,” Preston explained.
    Frank cracked a smile.
    Preston held out his arm. “Ladies first.”
    What a gentleman. Cadence flashed him a smile of
appreciation and as she brushed past him, their bodies touched ever so
slightly. She shuddered at that subtle contact. Yes, a vibrator was the first
thing she needed to purchase indeed.
    Preston climbed in after her and they settled on two
spacious leather seats in the back. His leg pressed against her thigh. He was
hard, warm. She chewed her lip and tried to shift away.
    “Where would you like to go?” Preston ran his hands over his
thighs, smoothing his pants, but that act only seemed to draw her attention to
his legs all the more.
    She squeezed her thighs closed, hoping to stop the tension
coiling in her core. She folded her arms over her chest, causing her bra to rub
against her nipples in delicious friction.
    “The Michelangelo Hotel.” She gave Frank the address. Would
Preston ask to come inside? Should she invite him? If he stepped foot in her
hotel room, all bets were off. She