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her mind off him. Finally she flipped to a music channel, but a metal band from the 80s was on, and all those tight leather pants brought her immediately back to Navarre. She turned off the TV, frustrated.
    She needed to return his shirt anyway. And while she was there ...
    she’d just see what would happen. She didn’t think it would take too much effort on her part to drive him over the edge. Afterwards, she could analyze her disgraceful behavior all she wanted--right now, she aimed to have some fun. Hell or high water.
    She chuckled and spiffed up, shampooing her black braids and
    making sure none had raveled loose. She took her time shaving her legs and under her arms, even her bikini area ... not that she should expect anything to happen, but it never hurt to be prepared.
    Getting out of the shower, Kaeli dried off and buffed her skin and
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    glowing with health. She left the bathroom and pulled her underthings out of her suitcase, sitting on the bed as she rolled her hose up her legs. She stood and slipped a garter belt on and, with great difficulty, snapped the garters on her thigh high hose. Her legs were short enough the hose rode up nearly to her crotch, but she thought it was still a sexy look.
    The bra she fastened pushed her breasts together, creating an illusion
    of deep cleavage--the small breasted girl’s best friend. Kaeli donned a skin tight, black mini dress that barely covered the lacy edge her hose and the tops of her breasts. She couldn’t take a deep breath, but she was as sexed as she could get.
    She picked up his discarded shirt, folding it as she headed out. It was
    still early enough in the year that the days were short. The sun was fast dwindling as night approached, and she wondered how she could have spent
    so much time getting prepared, but then, she’d had a lot to do.
    The doorman hailed a taxi for her and she directed the driver to
    Navarre’s. Within half an hour she was there, standing at a blank metal
    door and an intercom unit. A camera watched with its unblinking, glass
    eye. She’d left the cab driver a big tip to wait until she was inside.
    Kaeli pushed her thumb on the buzzer, then awaited a response.
    “Why you back, chere?” his voice came through the speaker,
    sounding distant and slightly irritated.
    “I just came by to drop your shirt off.” She waved it in front of the
    camera as proof.
    “Keep it. Or leave it outside. I don’ care.”
    It was a button down Dolce and Gabbana stretch silk shirt--easily six
    large ones. He’d want it back, no matter how much damn money he had,
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    and the thrifty shrew in her couldn’t stand to just leave it on the street for anyone to pick up. “Let me in, Navarre! I’m not leaving until I return this to you.”
    There was a long pause, and then the door buzzed. Kaeli turned the
    handle and pushed the door open, and she waved the taxi on. She could
    always call another one ... later.
    Her confidence started dwindling as she walked through the lower
    floor to the elevator, listening to the hollow echo of her heels on the
    concrete. By the time she reached the elevator, she’d determined she’d only return his shirt and go back to the hotel. Maybe if she kept this up, at this rate in a week or two she’d be ready to make the first move. She never had a problem unless she was attracted to a man, and then her tongue got tied
    and her belly clenched with nervousness.
    He was out of her league anyway. She didn’t know why she thought
    he’d be interested in her. Her ass was too big, and her breasts were too
    small. And she was a few inches shy of average height--short.
    Hell. It was no damned wonder she hadn’t had a man in so long, the
    way she down-rated herself. Kaeli squared her shoulders on the ride,
    determined to show him what a good thing he was missing out on.
    His apartment