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isn’t like you.”
    Carla met his heated gaze, knowing tonight they’d share a bed, but not secrets, but she still couldn’t help her question. “What are you up to?”
    He rested his hand on her foot, cupping her heel in his hand. “Patience, my dear. The fun has just begun.”

    D ominique still didn’t have a definite plan of action as she drove past the private lake and row of trees on Kevin Jackson’s Maryland estate. She would initially play it by ear and get to know him a little first before she enacted a solid plan. She’d done some research online, but most of the information she found was positive, along with the many pictures of him. She parked and was halfway to the front door when it opened.
    â€œIt’s about time you got here,” a man with slicked back, black hair said. “I wasn’t sure what I was going to do.” He glanced at his watch. “There’s still enough time for me to give you the particulars before you start. I’m Ferguson, by the way.”
    Dominique stared at the man and waved her hands, knowing he’d mistaken her for someone else. Although she’d arrived at Kevin Jackson’s without a plan, she knew this wasn’t it. “No, wait, I—”
    â€œYou can ask questions later. Follow me,” he said, walking past her.
    â€œBut—” She stopped. He was already around the corner and out of hearing. She reluctantly followed him.
    â€œI was afraid it was going to rain today,” he said, obviously continuing a conversation he thought she’d been part of. “But we got lucky.” He stopped in a courtyard bracketed by two three-car garages. “You drive stick of course? Of course you do,” he said, shaking his head. “The agency knows what we like. It’s just that the last driver lied. Nearly burned the clutch to the ground.” He headed up a set of stairs that led to a walk-up above one garage. “You’ll be staying here.” He opened the door. “As you can see, it has everything you need.” He headed back down the stairs and pushed a button, slowly revealing a Bentley. “You’ll pick him up at the university today. The car will lead you.”
    A chauffeur? She was being hired as a driver? “I’m sorry, but—”
    â€œI know I haven’t given you a chance to change into your uniform, but it’s been a busy day. Okay, that’s a lie. It’s always busy around here. Jackson’s a man who likes to keep active, but he’s also informal so he won’t mind you showing up as you are.” He measured her dark trousers and grey blouse. “What you’re wearing is suitable enough.” He handed her the keys.
    Dominique gripped them as a devious idea formed in her mind. Being a driver for Kevin Jackson would be a great way to get close to him. This was an opportunity she couldn’t pass up, and by the time they discovered her deception she’d be way ahead of them.
    â€œDo you have any questions?”
    Dominique glanced at the Bentley, then the man, and pasted on a smile. “No, you’ve been more than helpful.”

    T his was the last place she thought she’d find a playboy like Kevin. A stuffy university didn’t seem to suit his reputation. An off-campus frat house filled with coeds—yes. A distinguished university building with the sound of Beethoven coming from one room and the voice of a teacher discussing the virtue of symbolism in literature in another—no.
    Dominique walked down the empty halls, briefly remembering her university days. She didn’t remember much. She’d been too driven, too eager to prove herself to have much fun. Or any fun. She hadn’t attended one extracurricular activity. No football or basketball games, concerts, or parties. She glanced out the window and saw a couple laying on the campus lawn, kissing. The man’s hand sneaking up