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makeup items, then departed to meet Marc in the lobby.
    The anticipation of the long-awaited meeting with her phone lover had her skin prickling with a combination of nervousness and excitement. When she stepped onto the elevator with two men who immediately let their gazes wander over her admiringly, her pussy began to feel achy and hot.
    But it’s just a dress , she reminded herself. It doesn’t mean you’re going to do anything you shouldn’t. It doesn’t mean you can’t be a good girl tonight.
    The moment she spotted Marc across the lobby, she knew she was doomed. He looked even better than the picture she’d seen online. His dark hair and olive complexion gave him an exotic air, and he looked crisp and handsome in a black suit that appeared tailor-made for his body. Even within the confines of the suit, she could tell he possessed broad shoulders and a muscled chest, and—when he turned to face the opposite direction, not yet having spotted her—a very nice ass.
    If all that wasn’t bad enough, the nail in her coffin came when their eyes met across the room. His were chocolaty-brown, deep, rich, and they cast a sexual glimmer the camera had failed to capture.
    The bad girl inside Diana instantly knew this was going to be trouble—trouble of the very best, most delicious kind.

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    Marc thought he shouldn’t have been surprised at how damn sexy she looked, but he still was. Her pinstriped suit had turned him on, but when it came to arousal, the dress she’d chosen for this evening was on an entirely different plane. From what he could see of her breasts—which was a lot—they looked firm and full and even more delectable than he’d imagined.
    “You look…fabulous,” he said as they approached each other in the busy, ornate lobby.
    Her smile was half-modest, half-seductive. “Thank you.” Her voice came out more whispery than he’d ever heard it on the phone, ratcheting his lust up another notch.
    He gave her a light hug, careful not to let his crotch bump up against her—a little soon for that. But not too soon to feel those superb breasts brush his chest through their clothes, nearly making him let out a little moan.
    When they climbed into the plush confines of the limo, she sat close to him, despite the large bench seat. She crossed her legs, letting her already short skirt reveal still more shapely thigh, and that quickly, Marc formed a theory. She might be dating that Bradley guy, but tonight he suspected she was all his.
    It was a short drive up the strip to the hotel where their show was, and they spent it talking about the heat, the limo, and the action on the strip, which he assured her would become far busier as the night progressed and darkness fell. It was a chance for them to get used to being together, face-to-face—something that felt strange after so many phone conversations, but only for a minute or two. By the time the limo driver opened the door to let them out, Marc already felt comfortable with her, and he suspected that would only grow as the evening continued.
    Over dinner in an elegant restaurant in the hotel, conversation deepened. Across a small candlelit table for two, they started out talking about work, but soon edged into Marc’s hopes for leaving the company soon. He hadn’t told anyone, only Diana, but he was currently doing a series of phone interviews with Briolet International, a company in Paris that made snow skis and accompanying gear. They needed someone to head up their North American marketing efforts and they wanted it to be an American.
    “I’m not sure I’d want to move that far away,” Diana said. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m hardly a homebody, but for your average middle-class American, it takes a certain daring to put a whole ocean between you and everything you know.”
    He grinned. “Maybe that’s why I want to go. I’ve always been an adventure-seeker. I guess that’s what brought me to Vegas a few years back—it seemed like an