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go our separate ways.”
    Realization flooded in. “So that’s what this has been all about.” I felt my heart sinking in disappointment. “That’s why you found me out, why we went out and had coffee.”
    Of course, I was a nobody. Why would someone like Colin Anderson actually think of me as a person, someone he could be interested in? I’d been a fool to think that he’d actually wanted to spend some time with me. No, he just wanted me to help him get his deal, and then leave him alone.
    I tried not to let the disappointment show on my face, but Colin must’ve seen it because he went on, “No, of course not. I would’ve looked you up anyway. I really liked you.”
    He was smooth, I had to give him that. “And when did you realize you needed a fake family?”
    “Late last week,” he admitted.
    “So that was before our flight.” I stared at him quietly, a strange feeling settling into my chest.
    Colin moved and sat next to me, placing a hand gently over mine. I pulled my hand away quickly, with the knowledge that even what happened on the plane had been fake.
    There was concern in his eyes. “Look, I’m sorry, you’re taking this the wrong way.” His words were tumbling out quickly. “What happened on the flight was crazy, it was an impulse, I’d seen you in that park so often, I felt like I’d burst if I didn’t have you right then. I didn’t mean anything… I didn’t think ahead to asking you for this favor then. All I knew at that time was that I wanted you…”
    I stared at him, hands crossed tightly in my lap, wanting desperately to believe what he was saying. But it just wasn’t possible.
    “Your timing is too perfect,” I said drily.
    He shook his head, “No, it wasn’t timing. I saw you almost every day in that park. Do you know how crazy it drove me? I thought you were just a random crush, but I could never forget you, no matter which amazingly hot supermodel or socialite I was with. I wanted to be with you so desperately.”
    “How flattering, you do know how to make a girl feel special.” I wasn’t amused, but some part of my body still remembered that this man sitting next to me was responsible for my orgasm. His proximity made a strange, tingling sensation mix in with that horrible disappointment in the pit of my stomach.
    I saw his eyes glint, and suddenly his arm was around my shoulder.
    He leaned into my ear and murmured, “I know you feel it too.”
    I closed my eyes as he wrapped his lips around my earlobe. He moved down my throat kissing me gently, and then his hand was in my hair, wrenching down my face so I was forced to look up. My lips were trembling in anticipation, and I felt my stomach tighten, and my nipples hardened into tiny peas. His lips slammed down onto mine, and his tongue thrust in and plundered my mouth. I responded fervently, not able to think, my body reacting on its own.
    As we kissed, he quickly undid the top buttons on my blouse, and I felt his hand on my breast, pressing down and kneading gently in circles. I felt my desire grow, and I arched my back and moaned into his mouth, wanting more.
    He could sense what I needed and his other hand moved down to my leg, and then I felt him sliding my skirt up. Suddenly my brain kicked into action and I pulled my mouth away from his.
    “No,” I gasped, and pushed his hands away.
    I wanted him so badly, but I slid away from him quickly, over to the opposite seat and pulled my skirt down, even as a part of me wanted to hitch it higher, spread my legs apart and beg him to enter me.
    I noticed he was smiling and his eyes were glued on my breasts, and I blushed as I pulled my shirt close, fumbling with the buttons.
    I was such a fool! My brain chided me, and for once I was thankful that I’d been practical. I looked down as I did up the buttons, refusing to meet his eyes. I could sense his arousal and I knew I looked flushed and excited myself.
    “Are you sure you don’t want more?” he asked