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was really Burke Gordon had set her world spinning.
    What were the odds that the client that had touched her so perfectly would turn out to be one of the most successful attorneys in
San Diego
? A million to one, maybe?
    The only time anything good ever happened to her, and nothing would ever come of it.
    She’d done something she shouldn’t do last night, she’d hacked into her own files at the company and discovered his real name. After the initial shock had worn off, she’d spent another two hours surfing the web. He was featured prominently in many different cases in town, and there were a few photos of him at charity events, always with a beautiful woman on his arm.
    The pictures showed a fit man in his early thirties, with short dark hair and a smile that made her toes curl. From the looks of his dates, he did the same thing to them. True they weren’t stick figures, but they weren’t size sixteen court reporters either. She had two more sessions with him ; one tonight, and then the Christmas party where she would perform phone sex with his friend. She wasn’t looking forward to that.
    In fact he’d almost ruined her for her other clients. She’d had two of them call for tonight and she’d pushed them off on other operators, telling her boss that she was tired and needed to take a nap.
    Her boss had teased her about “saving” herself for the
nine o’clock
show and Fallon hadn’t disagreed with her. The company frowned on that sort of thing, but she hadn’t harped on it. If it happened a few more times, though, Fallon would be called on the carpet and reminded that she needed to keep her identity away from her clients .
    Fallon snapped up the phone on the first ring. She checked the ID then hit the connect button on her headset.
    “Hello Mr. X. How are you this evening?” She imagined him in his office, sitting back in his chair with his tie undone, a drink in his hand. Then she nixed that idea. It was after nine, and although it wasn’t unheard of for a lawyer to work that late she had a feeling he was at home, either lying on his bed or the couch. The picture of him in his work clothes, tie undone and drink in hand, remained, despite the change in location.
    “Hello, Serendipity. It’s been a hell of a day.”
    “I’m sorry, can I make it all better?” She murmured deep in her throat, the sound low and seductive. “Perhaps you’d like to feel my mouth on you, or would you prefer something else tonight?”
    “Not a bad idea, but before that I want to talk.”
    “All right.” She sat down on the bed, wrapping her robe around her. “About what? The weather? The sad state of the economy? What happened today that troubled you so much?”
    “Bad day in cou …at work.” He sighed she heard him swallow. Yes, he was definitely drinking. “But I don’t want to talk about that. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.”
    Shock ran through her body and she cleared her throat. “Well, I have been known to produce fantastic orgasms, which I think I’ve proven with you a time or two. Men think about sex quite often, so it wouldn’t be hard for you to associate my voice with…”
    “No, that’s not it. I want to know you. Tell me your most secret desire that has nothing to do with sex.”
    This was different, and it wasn’t a good thing. Her clients wanted to talk about themselves, not about her.
    Before she could answer he started talking again.
    “I know you’re not supposed to give out personal information, which is just fine. I just want some insight into the woman who made me shoot off so hard last night, and the night before that, too.”
    There was a pregnant pause, and then he added, “You’re most secret desire.”
    “Is this one of those ‘if you could meet any person in the world who would it be ’ type questions?”
    “Indulge me.”
    The deep timbre of his voice made her shiver. Right now she would give him just about anything.
    “Okay.” The word came out of