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kitchen sink, so she got that first, filled it with water and put it on the little dining table she had. The flowers were nearly too big for it, but when she stepped back it looked magnificent. A mass of green stems and cream coloured flower heads. Roses. Lilies.
    "Aww," she said to herself.
    There was a brief note attached to the bouquet.
    Can't wait to see you again. JH
    It made her smile. "Me neither," she said.
    * * *
    Scarlet picked out a pair of white jeans, matched them with some flat sandals and a light blue blouse that showed just enough cleavage. It could drop in the evenings, especially down by the shore if that was really where he planned to take her.
    A part of her still couldn't believe it was really happening. That she'd clicked a link through Facebook, then signed up at some nutty "Meet A Millionnaire!" site. Then, what was even crazier . . . the CEO of an international company had connected with her. And what was more, Julian Hunter was young, charming, breathtakingly hot, and seemed to be genuinely interested in her.
    He was what she need ed right then. Something positive.
    Scarlet showered then dried herself in her room, in front of her mirror. She looked at the reflection of her body in the mirror. The breath of cool air through the open window had turned her nipples hard. She ran a hand over her right breast, her thumb over her erect nipple. She thought of Julian Hunter. Closed her eyes. Imagined his hand there, gently squeezing her tit, tweaking her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. His free hand at the small of her back. Hunter's hot breath against her neck, his hand dropping from her breast, his fingers tracing the contours of her toned abdomen.
    Then he would find his way to her pelvis, to her vagina. And she would be wet for him already, she would be waiting for him to press against her with his fingers, waiting for him to slip inside. Scarlet would reach down, grab his hand and push him in further.
    She opened her eyes, looked at herself in the mirror, her hand against her pussy.
    "Damn it," she said huskily. She took a deep breath, every sense more enhanced and alive than moments before. "Now I've gotta shower again."
    * * *
    The Lincoln awaited her when she went down to the street at five minutes to six. The driver stood at the ready, and as she approached, he opened the door for her.
    "Evening, Miss," he said and tipped his head.
    "Thanks," Scarlet said and slipped into the back seat. Hunter was there, wearing blue jeans and a crinkly white cotton shirt. He leaned toward her and kissed her on the cheek.
    "Hello," he said.
    "Hello again," Scarlet said.
    The driver got back in, started the engine and drove off.
    "Did you get the flowers?"
    She nodded. "Thank you. They were amazing. You didn't have to do that."
    "I wanted to," Hunter said. "I wanted you to know how much I appreciated your company the other day."
    He locked eyes with her. "And I how much I looked forward to tonight. To seeing you again."
    Scarlet smiled, looked away because she couldn't bear to lose herself in the deep green fire of his beautiful eyes anymore. "Stop. Don't be silly."
    He laughed. "I'm not, honest."
    "So, uh, where're we going?" Scarlet asked him.
    "A place called Shore."
    "Shore? Really?" she asked him, almost disbelieving.
    "I know, right? Sounds totally screwy. But that's what it's called. And they do the most amazing food you'll ever eat. It's not a top restaurant or anything. All they serve is beer. But it's real in there, you know?"
    He seemed to be at ease with her now. Relaxed. More himself. Away from the exclusive restaurant, the business suit, and the pretense.
    Tonight, Julian Hunter was just a guy.
    "I know what you mean," Scarlet said. "I'm really looking forward to it. I really appreciate it."
    "I can't believe when I signed up for that site a couple of months back, that I'd meet someone like you," he said. "I thought the first woman I met would be some kind of  . . . nut job."
    Scarlet