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mine. The blues and reds of the street-side billboard threw a soft purple shadow across her features. She reminded me of a lily bud—all wound up with a hint of color—and I wanted to be there when she bloomed.
    I pulled her hips against me, cupped her cheek, and took her mouth with mine. She moaned and returned with heat I wasn’t expecting.
    What started out as a tender kiss quickly transformed into urgent need. She wanted me, and if we didn’t go somewhere else right now, we were about to end up fucking in the street. While it would probably be the most memorable first date I’d ever had, I wanted her in my bed, not in jail. I wanted her body against mine, without anything between us.
    Tessa grabbed onto my shirt, pulling me to her, and I followed willingly. This girl had some fire to her, more than the stuffy accountant I expected when Sadie had first told me about her.
    Tessa pressed her heat against me and before I completely lost it, I said, “Let’s take this somewhere else.”
    “I’m enjoying you right here,” she breathed in my ear.
    There was definitely more to this girl than what was on the surface, and I wanted to feel, taste, explore every bit of her.
    I held her close and said, “I can see that.” If we stayed here any longer I’d burst through these pants. “We can continue in the car, in my bed.”
    Instead of turning to the car door, she stepped away.
    Stunned, it took me a moment to get words out. “Did I say something wrong?”
    “I want to. I do.” Tessa gave me a small smile and squeezed my hand. “That was . . . a lot of fun. Tonight was a lot of fun.”
    I frowned because I knew she wanted me as much as I wanted her. This girl was going to drive me crazy. Didn’t she realize?
    I didn’t want her for just tonight.
    No, I wanted to see her again.
    A serious relationship wasn’t something I’d considered before, but if this connection was what it seemed to be, I didn’t want to let this girl go.
     

CHAPTER 7
     
    Tessa
     
    With my new Prada tote in hand, I sat back in the oversized leather chair that probably cost the same as a small car, and was about the same size. My father had six of these chairs in his waiting room—the CEO version of a mini dealership.
    Between this waiting room and my father’s office, you could get nearly a 360-degree view of New York City’s skyline. If it wasn’t for the décor Betsy—Dad’s personal assistant—had carefully selected over the years with her southern, modern charm, this place would feel more like the stereotypical cold accountant’s office than the welcoming place I’d known growing up and finally started working at part-time a few years ago.
    The morning sun bathed the speckled marble floors in rich light, making it all the more inviting. To the right of my father’s office door stood a twelve-foot fountain. I’d always thought that Betsy had it specially designed for her own relaxation. But hey, if that was all it took to get me relaxed, I’d buy five.
    The floor-to-ceiling clock behind Betsy’s desk read 8:20. The large hands ticked their way around, thanks to some massive motor implanted inside the wall. It was the only thing that my dad personally chose to have placed in this room, with the specific purpose directed to anyone visiting so they’d know exactly how late they were.
    Betsy did a double take at me when she walked into the room. “Your father . . . er . . . Mr. Douglas, won’t be in for another half-hour.” Once behind her desk, she checked her calendar with a flourish of mouse clicks. “Oh, well, what do you know? He would schedule you as a surprise to me, wouldn’t he?” She shook her head. “Then I suppose he’ll be here any moment.”
    Betsy had big lips, bigger hair, and even bigger boobs. The kind of woman who, if my father wasn’t totally in love with Mom, I’d say there could be something there. If anyone really looked at it, Dad let Betsy influence enough around here that could make people