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had arrived home from work, he'd
    grabbed Peter and come down to her place, intent on finding out everything
    that was going on between her and Karl.

    "It's not that big of a deal, Graham. Relax." Once again, she had company
    while she was getting ready for her date, and this time she was going to use
    it to her advantage.

    Ignoring Graham she turned to Peter with a skirt in each hand. "Denim or
    cotton?"

    "You do realize he's a biker, right?" This from the agitated Graham.

    "Denim it is," she said as she hung the cotton skirt back up. "And definitely the leather vest."

    "Did you hear me?"

    "I heard you, Graham. In case you didn't get the hint, I'm ignoring you." If he didn't shut up soon she was gonna tell him to fuck off, and not in a playful
    way.

    This was why she didn't have friends. When people got too close they always
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    tried to tell her what to do, or how to live her life.

    Graham stopped and stared at her.

    She met his gaze head-on and shrugged out of her robe. Standing there in
    nothing but a black lace thong, she glared at him and snapped. "What?"

    His brow puckered and he looked at her with hurt puppy dog eyes. "I just
    don't want you to get hurt, sweetie."

    "I'm not going to get hurt, Graham. I'm just going to get laid." She stepped into the short denim skirt and pulled it up.

    "Mr. Dawson is a good boss, and I like my job." Graham was working himself
    into a real tizzy. "But the man is supercynical when it comes to women. They
    throw themselves at him all the time and he just acts as if it's his due. He
    really is hot, Lara, and I can see why you'd want to go out with him—I've
    even had a fantasy or two about him myself, but that's not the point—"

    "Then get to the point," Lara interrupted as she did up the snaps on her
    custom leather vest.

    He heaved a sigh. "In the three years I've been working for him, never once
    has he mentioned a girlfriend. He doesn't date women, he just uses them."

    "First off, just because he doesn't mention a girlfriend to you doesn't mean he
    doesn't have one, or ten. Secondly, I don't care . I'm not looking for a
    boyfriend. I'm only planning on using him for a night myself, so we should get
    along just fine."

    "Lara—"

    "Peter!"

    "Come on, Graham," Peter said as he got up from his position propped up on
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    the pillows of her bed. "Let's go upstairs and I'll let you give me a massage."

    "But…"

    Lara watched as Peter stared at Graham, and Graham's cheeks flushed in
    response. The tension in the air shifted and even Lara's blood started to
    heat. There was some silent communication going on there, and it was hot!

    "Have a good time," Peter said as he followed Graham out of the bedroom.
    "And be safe!"

    Of course she'd be safe. After all, if she didn't look after herself, who would?

    Lara gave herself a once over in the mirror. Her eyes were lined and smoky
    looking, her lips coated with a deep crimson that would draw all eyes there,
    and hopefully remind Karl of just how well she could use her mouth. The
    leather vest fit perfect. It was tight enough to push her boobs together and
    give her cleavage, and the skirt was just loose enough to hang suggestively
    on the curve of her hips.

    She looked just how she wanted to look—sassy, sexy, and slightly naughty.

    * * *

    S he's going to get hurt, Peter."

    Peter heard the concern in Graham's voice, and he reached out for his lover.
    Brushing his thumb over the palm of Graham's hand, he smiled. "No, she's
    not. Honestly, Graham, from what you've told me about your boss and what I
    know about Lara, I'd say he's the one that might get hurt."

    "But—"

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    "But nothing. It's none of our business anyway. If Lara needs someone to
    talk to, she knows where we are. If your boss hurts her, I know where he
    lives."

    Graham gazed at him with big soft eyes and he felt ten feet tall and
    bulletproof. "You'd do that? You'd go punch out my biker boss if he