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Allie.  In fact, if you want to
join us...."
     
But Allie backtracked quickly. "Oh, no.  No.  But thanks.  Thank you. 
I..."
     
"It's OK, Allie.  After our morning meetings, you can just enjoy the
afternoon tomorrow, and Saturday of course.  Go to the spa or the pool, OK? 
We'll head to the airport at about 3:00 on Sunday afternoon, so you have plenty
of time to just enjoy the weekend."
     
"You don't need me?"
     
"I'll call you if I do."
     
When they got back to the hotel, Sean insisted on seeing Allie to the door of
her room.
     
"I had a really nice evening, Mr. Greyson.  Thank you for dinner.  And the
blackjack lesson.  I hope I'm not completely hooked."
     
"It was a pleasure, Allie," Sean said as he took the key card from
Allie and expertly unlocked her door for her.  "Sleep well, and I'll see
you in the morning."
     
Allie smiled up at Sean and reached for the key card.  As her hand touched his,
she felt a surge of electricity, heightened by their closeness, and the subtle
but enticing scent of his cologne.  Clasping the card, she quickly said good
night, then opened the door and slipped in before she could make a fool of herself.
  She was too vulnerable where this man was concerned.  For all of her
watchfulness, and all of her caution, it wouldn't take much for her to throw
all of that away for a moment in his arms.  And that made him very dangerous to
her.
     
Sean watched the door close between them, and turned to head to the elevator. 
He had felt the current between them too.  And it was far stronger than he'd
imagined it might be.  There was something about his mouse of a assistant, he
thought as he stepped into the elevator and pushed the button for his floor. 
Something that made him speculate about what was going on inside of her head,
and what made her tick.  And for the first time, he allowed himself to wonder
what it would be like to find out. 
     
     
    THREE
     
     
Weekends were healing to Allie.  She scrubbed her face clean of all makeup,
wore soft well-fitted jeans and t-shirts, and acted like a normal young woman
in the city.  She met friends for brunch, bought flowers from corner vendors,
and stayed up too late watching movies or laughing with Anna about absolutely
nothing.  She cooked, she cleaned, and she let down her guard.  Which was why
she absolutely cringed at the idea of spending a Friday night at Sean Greyson's
home, dealing with caterers and event planners, while he threw a large party to
celebrate the finalization of the Thomson deal.
     
There was no getting out of it, she knew.  She was the only person that Sean
trusted to ensure that the event went off without a hitch, and while she had
not been in charge of the guest list or the entertainment, she knew the
catering plans better than anyone.  But she dreaded the evening, particularly
since her nice evening clothes and shoes would need to stay in her closet. 
     
Now, dressed in an ill-fitting beige dress, with a pair of sensible heels and a
pair of reading glasses with heavy frames, Allie stayed on the sidelines of the
party, working closely with the catering staff to ensure that the event ran
smoothly.  Watching all of the glamorous people moving through the room, she felt
a twinge of regret as she looked down at her own attire.  She certainly was not
dressed to impress that evening.
     
"Allie?  Is that you?"
     
Allie looked up to see her roommate's fiancé standing in front of her.
"Paul!  What are you doing here?"
     
"Believe it or not, I'm on the invitation list."
     
"Seriously?  I haven't seen the guest list, but that's kind of unusual,
isn't it?"
     
"You mean because Sean and I are mortal enemies?" Paul grinned. 
"I guess he decided on keeping friends close and enemies closer.  Nate is
here tonight too."
     
"Oh my.  That is a change.  But I haven't been much involved in this event
-- just in charge of the catering."
     
"Come out back with me for a minute.  I want to talk to