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from the disturbing thought.
    “It is if you’re married.”
    “We never had the forever kind of marriage.”
    “I didn’t know there was any other kind.”
    He put his jacket on again and Samantha watched the muscles play over his shoulders. She still remembered the hardness of his chest and the pure male scent of him when he kissed her.
    “Don’t assume you know everything about a person’s marriage after you’ve read the divorce documentation. It’s always more complicated than it seems.”
    She ignored the brief flash of pain clouding his eyes and squared her shoulders. “I’m sure it is, but I’m not really interested. I don’t want to go out with you. I don’t want to have sex with you. And most of all, I don’t want to see you unless it is in the company of your attorney.”
    His blue eyes bored into hers. “Into threesomes are we?”
    She threw her hands in the air. “I give up. I’ve tried to be nice about this, but if you persist, I will have to inform your attorney of your actions.”
    So why haven’t you done so yet? The voice in her head taunted. She’d had ample opportunity after his dinner invitation and flowers today, but she’d chosen to ignore the logical course of action. It couldn’t have anything to do with the way he made her body hum, could it?
    His lips curved upwards. “You are desperate to prevent me from getting to know you.”
    The man had no brains, just ego. “Your ego will recover the moment your next female conquest falls into your lap.”
    Before he could reply, the train pulled into the station. The two men on the opposite side of the aisle rose and buttoned their jackets.
    “I can assure you my ego has nothing to do with wanting you under me and fucking you seven ways to Sunday. The problem resides in a much lower and larger region.”
    He glanced at the men waiting in the passage. “Wait for me on the platform.”
    “No can do, boss. We’ll wait for you here.”
    He turned to Samantha and she struggled to swallow the indignation rising in her throat. His bodyguards. No wonder he paid no attention to them. Like most young men, his hormones dictated his actions with no regard to how uncomfortable the situation might be for the guards.
    She brought herself up short. Wasn’t she doing exactly the same thing she had so often in the past accused her colleagues of doing? She bit her lip. Yes, she’d attributed a generalization to Brent without availing herself of all the facts. It showed what a bad influence this man had on her. Her most prized attribute went straight out of the window because she couldn’t control her own lust.
    Maybe Brent had placed the guards there to protect them from other people’s prying eyes. The guards had never glanced their way and by taking those seats, nobody else could see what happened between her and Brent. Maybe she’d underestimated him. Exactly who was the adult in this situation?
    Squaring her shoulders, she disembarked while ignoring the frown between Brent’s eyes. Once on the platform, she turned to him and pointed her finger at him.
    “Goodbye, Mister Russell. I trust you understand, no matter what you might want, I am not available. Not now, not later. Find someone your own age to satisfy your carnal intentions.”
    Without waiting for an answer, she turned and joined the early evening crowd of students making their way out of the Hatfield station. Once outside, she set out at a brisk pace to her house. If her hands trembled with the effect of the encounter, she chose to ignore it.

Chapter Four
    Despite Thursday rushing by in a blur of activity, she’d often caught herself thinking of Brent. No matter how many times Samantha had told herself that she was relieved he hadn’t tried to contact her, she couldn’t quite quell the slight disappointment at not interacting with him. Her body seemed to crave the sexual fix he could provide.
    It was already dark when she arrived home and the lights in the kitchen of the main