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back kept her from being a puddle on the floor as Fin
continued to pound into her. Amazingly, terrifyingly, the tingling returned,
and as Fin groaned and pumped into her one last time, her cunt spasmed again.
    * * * * *
    Jillian banged her head against the desk. What the hell
is wrong with me? She’d spent the night tossing and turning after fleeing,
half-naked, from the elevator, leaving Fin with his jeans around his knees and
unable to follow. Minutes later, he’d knocked at her door, but she’d ignored
him, even when he’d gotten louder and started swearing. Eventually she’d heard
another voice, and then he’d left.
    In the meantime, Marianna and Michael were arriving in less
than an hour, and she had to face Fin first.
    Sighing, she rubbed her sore forehead and stood. She had no
idea what she was going to say to him. This mess was all her fault—she’d known
she couldn’t get involved with Fin, and yet she kept digging herself in deeper.
    Pacing to the fireplace and back, she practiced what she
could say. “Fin, you’re a wonderful lover…no. Fin, I had a lot of fun, but…no.
Oh fuck it.” She grabbed her compendium and headed for the door. Better just to
get it over with.
    She ran into her first problem when she reached the hall.
Where the hell was Fin’s room? Should she go to his room, or was that just
tempting fate? Maybe the best solution was to call his room and ask him to meet
her downstairs. Or she could just call his room and sort everything out over
the phone… Don’t be a wuss, Jillian. Determined, she headed for the
modern lifts. She’d go down to the lobby, call Fin’s room, and ask him to meet
her in the bar.
    Moments later, she stepped into the lobby and came to a dead
stop. No need to call Fin’s room after all. He was standing over by the
concierge desk, talking to Seamus. Suddenly, she felt a strong desire to turn
tail and run.
    He looked up and saw her, and his blue eyes made her stomach
weak. Sucking in a deep breath, she forced herself to cross the lobby.
    “Hi, gentlemen.”
    “Good morning, Jillian,” Seamus greeted her courteously. Fin
said nothing.
    “Fin, can I have a word?”
    “That depends on what word you have in mind.”
    Jillian blinked. “Um…”
    “For example, if the word you’re thinking is ‘mistake’, then
I don’t want to hear it.” He held her gaze for a long moment while heat crept
up her neck. “That’s what I thought.” He walked away.
    Even though she’d gotten the outcome she wanted—more or
less—Jillian felt tears well. Sniffling, she blinked them back and turned to
Seamus.
    “I’m sorry—”
    “Don’t be,” he interrupted. “Not your fault.”
    She heaved a sigh. “Yes, it was. All my fault. Well, me and
that damn lift.”
    “Ah.”
    She looked at him. “What?”
    “Nothing. What do you mean; what has the lift done?”
    Jillian shook her head. “Not a thing except be there when I
act like an idiot. That elevator has been a witness every time I’ve done
something I shouldn’t.”
    “Hm. Well. The thing about that lift is, it’s been a witness
to a lot of interesting things. And every one I’ve ever heard of has turned out
to be for the best.” He looked at her intently, as if trying to communicate
something.
    “I’m not following you, Seamus.”
    He smiled. “There’s not much to follow. Do you remember I
told you there was magic here?”
    She frowned. “Are you saying it’s a magic elevator?” Am I
actually having this conversation?
    Seamus chuckled. “I think the word ‘magic’ is relative. Did
the elevator ever transport you to a distant planet?”
    Jillian laughed, and then noticed that Seamus was watching
her expectantly. “No! No, I never ended up on another planet.”
    He grinned. “So, not magic in the obvious way then. Think
about everything you’ve done in the elevator. Was any of it bad? Something
terrible, something that you’ll regret until your dying day? If not, maybe you
were supposed to do