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got him revved up like nothing had in a long time. He'd become determined to be the one to release her from her apparent cycle of sexual frustration.
     
    His body responded every time he pondered the concept of that little project. That tool, Donovan, had indeed burned her a year ago. She'd withdrawn into herself, and he'd gotten busy and preoccupied. Until now. Now, she invaded his dreams awake and asleep; something in her brought it out and while it titillated, it also distracted, made him short tempered and antsy.
     
    He remembered smiling wickedly at his computer as he glanced over her buyer's original offer. It had been a shitty start, meaning her buyers would be difficult, meaning their potential time together would be extended, and he could not only save the day by convincing his seller to sell to her, but could take his time fixing what ailed her. And fixing she needed. That much was clear. Whether or not she'd like his methods remained to be seen.
     
    Of course, he'd had to concentrate on keeping the listing after he'd lost control of the blonde psycho seller. He'd had to duck a flying crystal vase at one point, but he had quick reflexes so that worked out fine -- the ultimate goal had been achieved.
     
    Jack knew timing was everything. You had to be in the right place at the right time, on purpose, to succeed in his business. The fact that Blondie had gone loco on him just about the time he realized that Sara had gotten royally screwed by that broker tool had been exactly that -- timing. Sara needed something she wasn't going to get with her endless routine of exercise and work. The fact that he had developed a minor obsession with her didn't escape his self-knowledge, but he chalked it up to lust and his usual desire to obtain the seemingly unobtainable.
     
    Jack had lost count of the women he'd "loved." Frankly, he loved every woman he was with, while he was with them. He loved learning how to press their buttons, what made them tick, how to make them happy, or at least content, under his talented hands. But ever since law school, the one time he'd let himself really love, really opened up to a woman who'd dumped him without ceremony the very week they were graduating, he'd closed himself off to anything beyond physical satisfaction. When he sensed any emotional connection seeping in, even from him, he'd cut off the relationship, leaving many an unhappy lady behind.
     
    He closed his laptop and headed out the door to his next appointment, feeling at the top of his game, but with a small, annoying tickle in the back of his brain whispering Sara's name. Brushing a hand over his rough jaw, he pondered his options. He felt certain of one thing: it was time to act. He tamped down the urge to just take the direct route, scoop her up and take her to his house for a nice long weekend of bonding. No, she needed to realize what she wanted first.

 
CHAPTER FOUR
     
    Still sitting at her desk on a Friday night, Sara had never felt so exhausted. She'd spent the past two weeks focused on nothing but the damn deal with Jack. He'd taken the opportunity to get all friendly with her and they'd had some long chats. He loved to text message her with thinly veiled messages about hooking up, but he never managed to ask her out on an actual date. The annoyance crossed with irritation was a buzz.
     
    It had been an abnormally hot June. The office, full of people all day, had finally emptied out. Sara had changed into comfortable clothes. She had a solid hour or more of work before heading home. She'd just pulled her hair up into a ponytail and focused on her computer -- when her phone buzzed.
     
    "Hey, Sara, I'm driving by your office right now." The sound of Jack's deep, raspy voice touched off something in her, as it did every time. Her brain slowly processed that he proposed a face-to-face encounter. Like now.
     
    "Are you there? As if I didn't know?" he laughed. "I have a document for your buyer and I thought I'd just drop