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some sort of vibe, some pheromone that let him know she wanted him? She
wouldn't do that intentionally, especially not now that he and Deb were
engaged. That made no sense. Never, in all her flirtations had she made a play
for a guy who was taken, let alone by one of her friends. Unless, the fact that
he was engaged, and clearly off limits made him somehow more appealing? No, she
had her issues, but she wasn't that screwed up. So, what was she doing
differently that was making him flirt with her, kiss her, tease her? Whatever
it was, she had to figure it out and put a stop to it.

* * * *
    Josh was losing his mind. He had almost kissed Gia up at the
bar tonight. Again! Right in front of his fiancée and all his friends. What the
hell was wrong with him?
    He scrubbed his hand over his face, feeling the stubble he
hadn't taken time to shave off before heading to the bar. He had planned to go
and play some darts and pool with a couple of his buddies. He hadn't known that
Deb and the girls would be there. How screwed up was that? He hadn't even known
what her plans had been for the evening. The guilt that he should have felt
over that hotter than hell dream of Gia was finally kicking in. He was a bastard.
A selfish, careless bastard. He had been so caught up in his own little pity
party that he hadn't even asked Deb what she was doing tonight. Not that she'd
asked him either. He was beginning to wonder if this was what the marriage
would be like. Two people, living together, yet having totally separate lives.

    A quick flash of coming home to his wife, dressed in black
leather, waiting for him on the sofa with a beer in hand, popped into his head.
He let the scene play out in his mind. She stripped off his tie, yanked the
buttons off his shirt, playing the dominatrix as she shoved him back against
the wall. He let her have her way for a while before spinning her around and
pinning her hands above her head. Long, deep kisses gave way to nips and bites,
rubbing his beard across her neck, leaving a red trail as he marked her. Her
cries of pleasure as he took her right there in the hall, never even removing
her crotchless panties he was in such a hurry to be inside her. When he looked
down into hazel eyes, framed by black and pink streaked hair, Josh knew he was
screwed. He should be seeing Deborah.
    Peeling off his clothes as he headed up to bed, Josh made
himself a promise. Tomorrow he would go see Deb. They would talk, he would
apologize for being so selfish, for not even asking what she was doing. He
couldn't apologize for the dreams he'd been having. To tell her would only hurt
her unnecessarily. But, he promised himself that he would stop. He would work
harder to be a better fiancé. Learn to be a better husband. And he would stop
fantasizing about Gia.
    Unfortunately, the promise his conscious mind made never
made it to his subconscious. Her long black hair, lush breasts, curvy hips and
ass all made an appearance in his dreams again that very night.
    Chapter 5
    A couple weeks later it was hot. Steamy, sweaty, raunchy
hot. Sacramento was usually warm this time of year, it was August after all,
but this was a weird hot. It was mid afternoon and it was in the upper nineties
and about sixty percent humidity that felt more like one hundred percent. If
she'd lived in the Midwest, she would have called this tornado weather.
    She'd had very few customers in her shop today, most people
doing something to keep cool rather than heading into town. And if they were
here, they were eating ice cream, not getting a tattoo. She'd already sent
Jasmine and Billy home. So, when Kelly called and said there was a group of
them heading to the river that afternoon, Gia decided to close up shop early
and go with them. 
    They all met up at Kelly's. She lived in a townhouse right
on the edge of the Village, two doors down from Gia's. Since Gia really didn't
drink, plus she owned a jeep, she got elected as one of the drivers. Kelly was
the other.