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belongings to the floor.
    As I regained composure, I realized I was body to body with the apparition of my dreams. One hand grasped Presley’s toned upper arm and the other slid around her waist, keeping our bodies pressed firmly to one another. Her slightly upturned nose rested against the bare opening in my black V-neck t-shirt.
    I swear she just drew in a long breath … of me.
    “Sorry.” I glanced down to the top of her head. Moving my hand from her arm, I brushed a piece of hair that chaotically sprawled across her forehead. She shivered at my touch. I rested the hand behind her neck and moved the other hand up her toned back.
    Presley’s face came up. Our gazes met, and her green orbs softened as her mouth opened in a soft O shape. I held her snugly against me for a few more seconds until I grasped the disturbing fact that the weight lifter had started pumping iron. Dropping my hands, I stepped back to keep her from being accosted by the part of me that found an incredibly awkward time to exercise his repressed will through my shorts.
    I cleared my throat. “Sorry, Presley.”
    I squatted to pick up the items that were scattered at our feet, stopping when I came to the flipped-open sketchpad. I couldn’t help but stare at the drawing. It was a photograph-perfect illustration of me.
    “This is incredible, Presley.” Looking up from my crouching position, I added, “I’d love to have a copy.”
    She dropped down to my level with a soft cotton-candy pink blush tinting her cheeks.  She closed the sketchpad. “Thanks, Jude. I’ll … I’ll have to think about it. I normally don’t share my artwork with anyone. Sorry.”
    I handed over her purse and our hands collided, her delicate fingers resting against my larger ones. Our eyes connected again, and I couldn’t help myself. Balancing ape-like on the knuckles of one hand, I leaned forward to her. Presley’s eyes widened as my lips set on a mission to be on hers. Her hot steamy breath intimately interlaced with mine. We were only a hair’s distance from touching when she heaved her personal items to her body, stood, and dashed around me.
    I stood and watched her scurry across the entry to the front doors. I walked toward her. She turned and used her cute ass to push the door open and backed out of the building. “Have a good night, Jude. See you Friday morning. Bye.” Her eyes flashed from my eyes to my crotch and back again.
    Our eyes united intimately one last time.
    “Bye, Presley.” I brushed past her. “Was really nice running into you.”

Chapter Five
     
Presley
    The fact that I got no sleep last night shouldn’t surprise me. The fact that I didn’t masturbate to relieve the tension and encourage relaxation should. Running into Jude, or colliding like a wrecking ball into his firm but incredibly warm body, kept my brain dashing a mile a minute, every moment replayed over and over. When we were picking up my dropped items, I’d swear he was leaning in to kiss me, until I’d looked in the mirror at home and saw graphite smudged all over my nose. He was probably going to wipe the smudges away in disgust.
    It was the last day of the month at the auto mall. I was determined to get as close to Drexel’s sold tally as I could. I wore my best pantsuit, straightened my already straight hair, applied a little makeup, and chose sensible heels, ones that would allow me to move swiftly to any walk-ins that entered the dealership. Onsite, I reviewed my calendar and rechecked that I had the three test-drive appointments set up and all possible car prep was finished. All three requested vehicles were waiting around the corner to be driven to a spot in front. Only varsity parking for my clients. I was pulling out all the stops today.
    My first appointment arrived. After I introduced myself, the middle-aged man went into a partially sexist diatribe about how a female car salesperson was the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard of. Well, next to women in