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fireplace
and then painstakingly lit each of the candles. The room had a
sensual vibe and fairly glowed with romance, just as he had hoped
it would.
    The doorbell rang, jolting him out of his
pleasant trance. His palms went damp again and he half-laughed,
half-groaned at how ridiculous he was being. All he and Candace
were going to do was look at the bedroom, study its romantic
elements, and then do a writing exercise using it as the setting
for a story.
    No big deal.
    Charlie walked down the hall towards the
front door and told himself to pretend he was working with Steve
Holt. Why should he be nervous? They were just a couple of writers
doing research for their craft.
    He opened the door and all of his good
intentions came crashing down upon him.
    He instantly took in her smell, the pulse
moving under the soft skin on her neck, the way the breeze was
moving the tips of her red, curly hair around on the tops of her
luscious breasts. An image of her pubic hair, red and curly and
moist with her come and his saliva, popped into his head.
    He was in deep, deep trouble.
    By the time he remembered to say, “Hi, come
on in,” he had no idea how much time had gone by since he’d opened
the door. Thirty seconds? Five minutes? Time was a blur.
    How could he treat her like one of the guys
when she was a walking, breathing orgasm waiting to happen?
     
    * * *
     
    Candace walked into Charlie’s foyer and tried
not to betray her nervousness by giggling, babbling, or checking to
see if her hair was out of place. Instead, she plastered a big
smile on her face and squeezed past Charlie and through his front
door. He hadn’t moved aside very much to let her into his house,
but she had to admit she didn’t mind rubbing up against him, not
one bit.
    He was just as gorgeous as he had been at the
conference, with the highlights in his blond hair picking up the
sunlight, that streamed in through the windows. She took in the
snug fit of his well-worn jeans. She couldn’t keep her eyes from
straying to the light brown chest hair that peeked out through his
long-sleeve shirt. Salivating at the thought of seeing his
chest—which she knew she’d never get a glimpse of in this lifetime,
but a girl could dream, couldn’t she?—Candace wished he had left a
couple more buttons undone.
    Charlie’s bare feet were the icing on the
cake. Candace had never seen such sexy feet before. She had never
even known feet could be sexy. Until now. His feet were tan, with
well-manicured toenails and a light dusting of hair. Suddenly, she
saw herself naked and ready for him, straddling his big toe
and…
    No! Candace stopped herself from taking her
daydream any further. What was happening to her, she wondered, as
she swallowed past her dry tongue. Everything she saw made her
think about Charlie’s cock and fingers and tongue.
    Her mind was turning into an X-rated
pay-per-view channel.
    Trying to force her thoughts away from the
incredibly dirty things she wanted to do to each and every part of
Charlie’s body, she tuned into the details of his house.
    It was crazy, but Candace felt that Charlie
was even more potent, even more intoxicating when he was within the
walls of his private environment. His home, like the man himself,
was masculine and yet warm all at the same time.
    “So,” she said in a bright voice to break the
awkward silence, “this is your house, huh?”
    As the words left her mouth, Candace turned
pink and had to fight the urge to run out of his front door, down
his steps and back into her car. Could she have sounded any more
like an idiot?
    Charlie’s eyes seemed to refocus in on her
and he said, “Yup. Sure is. Glad you could come.”
    “It was my pleasure.”
    He smiled at her and she melted under his
gaze. She knew she had a serious case of hero worship, but this was
worse than she had bargained for. Don’t make a pass at him under
any circumstances , she told herself in a firm inner voice. He’s your teacher, and you should be