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                  "Hi."
                  His lips twisted into a sardonic smile. It was obvious that he didn't want to talk. That was fine as long as they did talk at some point. Before they went to bed together…
                  "Hi."
                  She leaned against the dinette table on the far wall of the trailer and waited. Ansel took three long steps and he was on her, his body practically absorbing hers, his mouth inhaling hers.
                  His hands were at her waist, pulling her even tighter against him. His hands were all over her, molding her breasts, sliding up and down her back and over her hips. Then he started to pull her shirt up over her head.
                  "Ansel-"
                  "Hmmmfff…"
                  He was too far gone to hear her. She had to tap on his shoulder to get him to stop trying to dive down the v-neck of her top.
                  "Ansel- wait- I'm not doing this here."
                  He was breathing heavily but he nodded. Good. He was going to listen to reason after all.
                  "Right. Okay so how about this."
                  He pressed her back against the table, leaning down to kiss her neck.
                  "We fly back to California- but not to LA. We go somewhere else- Big Sur- for the weekend. Nice little hotel, nice little rental car. Sunday we drive back to LA."
                  With each phrase he paused to kiss her, sending shivers through her body.
                  "Alright."
                  His head jerked up in surprise. He looked thrilled. She smiled at him. Ansel looked like a kid on Christmas morning.
                  "Really?"
                  She nodded, running her hands over his chest.
                  "But just this one weekend, Ansel. Promise me. That's it."
                  "What?"
                  "Just this once. After that it's back to business. Then you and I can both get this out of our systems and focus on the job at hand."
                  Ansel looked dumbfounded. And if she was honest with himself, he looked hurt.
                  Really hurt.
                  That was a laugh. The man was literally swimming in women. Why would he care if she just wanted a fling?
                  But he did care. She could tell. He wasn't just hurt- he looked devastated.
                  "You want to make love all weekend and then pretend it never happened?"
                  "That's exactly what I want."
                  He stepped back abruptly, making her feel bereft.
                  "Well, I want more than that."
                  She never could have guessed what happened next. In fact, if someone else had told her the story she never would have believed them. Her jaw dropped as Ansel Philips turned on his heel and walked away.
                  The horniest man she'd ever met had just turned down sex.
     
     
     
     
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                  Ansel was fuming as he walked through the crowd to his rental car. For the first time after a win, he didn't feel like celebrating. He felt like punching something.
                  The sooner he got to the airport and turned in his rental car, the sooner he could start drinking.
                  He could not believe what he'd just done.
                  He walked away from the one thing he wanted more than anything else in the world.
                  Her.
                  He could have been having her all weekend. Her rules were ridiculous though. He was in this for the long haul. As she would soon find out.
                  Dammit!
                  This