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fist at him, then shook her head and turned back to her computer, already focusing on the work. “Don’t tell Rob anything. If I decide to come out with you, I’ll let you know.”
    Jimmy paused in the doorway. “Simone.”
    “Hmmm.”
    “You sure you don’t want to come out with us? It’s more fun than spying on that lawyer from eleven.”
    She looked over her shoulder at him, meaning to say something else teasing, but stopping at the look on his face. “I really do have plans. With a real person, Jimmy. Really.”
    He frowned. “Are you sure…?”
    “I’m sure,” she said firmly. “Now get out of here. Have fun tonight.”
    She waited until he’d left before she began to shut down her computer. A blur of motion from Elliott’s office caught her eye. He’d turned on his desk lamp. Taken off his suit coat, loosened his tie. He bent over the desk, writing something on a pad of thick white paper. He used an expensive pen, and though it was too far away for her to read his words, she could see they’d been stroked out in thick, perfect lines of black ink. A list, maybe. Or a poem, she thought with a small smile and a shake of her head. He didn’t strike her as the sort of man who’d write poetry.
    She watched him for a few more minutes, until he sat back in his chair with his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. In the warm glow of his desk lamp, different from the harsh white light from the overhead fixtures, the hair at his temples glinted more golden than silver. He leaned forward suddenly, crumpling the paper and tossing it to the trash.
    A flashback of those strong fingers pinching her nipples made them immediately tight. Simone drew in a breath, shaking her head. Get over it, she told herself. You never even fucked him .
    Easier said than done, though. Her thighs rubbed when she shifted in her seat, the sleek nylon of her hose making her suddenly aware of every motion. She preferred stockings and garters, not just because they were sexy but because a series of brutal yeast infections during college had taught her to hate pantyhose. She hardly ever wore them, but when she did it was always without panties beneath, and that wasn’t helping much. Every time she squirmed in her seat, the soft fabric pulled against her clit.
    “Oh, Elliott,” she murmured, “why do you make me so crazy?”
    He looked up as she said that, looking outward into the night. Not at her. He couldn’t have heard her. Yet for a moment it seemed as though he were looking right at her.
    Her cell rang, breaking the mood, and Simone slipped it from the pocket of her jacket as she sat back in her desk chair to shut everything down. “Hey, you.”
    Aidan’s familiar rasp never failed to send a small tingle through her, even when he wasn’t trying to be sexy. “Hey, gorgeous.”
    Immediately, Simone sighed. “Let me guess…”
    “I’m sorry, babe. But something came up.”
    “Was it your penis?” Simone asked dryly. “I’m gonna guess it was your dick.”
    Aidan laughed. “You could come with us.”
    Us. Ugh. She knew what that meant. “Corrina? No, thanks. The last thing I need is to be getting the evil eye from your girlfriend.”
    “She’s not my girlfriend.”
    “No, Aidan. I’m not your girlfriend,” Simone told him. “That girl most definitely is, or at least she wants to be. Desperately.”
    Aidan was silent for a moment. “I didn’t think you’d care.”
    Ultimately, she didn’t. Simone had walked away from Aidan long ago, at least in the girlfriend/boyfriend department. It didn’t bother her that that Corrina believed getting on her knees with her hands tied behind her back was the best way to get into Aidan’s pants, his wallet, and his heart … but it did bother her that Aidan seemed to be falling for it.
    “C’mon, don’t be like that,” Aidan said in a low voice.
    “How would you feel if I called you up late on a Friday night after we’d made plans to tell you sorry, I’ve got a