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and her eyes widened when I centered my erection against her belly. I wanted her to know exactly what she was doing to me. I set both hands on either side of her head, caging her like a wild animal. “I assure you. These hands are used only for pleasure.” I showed them to her then slid one palm from the line of her chin down her neck to settle at the hollow where neck and shoulder connected. I wanted to peel back the layers of her shirt, sink my teeth into her pale skin, and mark her there.
    “I just…I’d feel more comfortable having my purse and phone.” She sounded breathy and strained.
    I caressed the side of her face. She held my gaze then looked away. Direct eye contact made her uncomfortable. “Eyes, Cami.” Those cat-like orbs focused on me. “Get your purse. I’m famished.” Taking a couple steps back, she scurried around me and pulled a tiny purse from her desk drawer. It couldn’t possibly have held more than a phone and wallet. I was used to women who carried around a duffle bag full of God only knew what.
    “Ready?” I asked with a grin.
    Again she looked down and walked toward me. When she reached my side, I used one finger to tip her chin up. It irked me that she felt compelled to look down. “You’re so beautiful. I feel remiss in not saying so earlier.” A lovely blush stole across her face, and a small smile split her red lips.
    “Thank you.”
    I cupped the side of her neck, and petted her pretty cheek. “I think I’ll tell you every day that you’re beautiful just so I can see that blush paint your pale skin.” She took a deep breath, and closed her eyes.
    “Let’s go, Precious.”

Chapter 3
     
     
    We walked silently side-by-side down the long city block. I was nervous going out to lunch with a man like Nate. Truth be told, any man would scare me. It had been so long. As if he sensed my hesitance and insecurity, his hand grasped mine. He tilted his head to the side and watched me. Maybe to see if I’d pull away? I wouldn’t. Couldn’t. It was the single connection I needed to feel calm and more at peace with going on my first date in…well, my first date ever.
    I looked at the busy patrons as we walked hand-in-hand down the city block towards “The Place.” Nate’s warm palm against mine felt nice, right somehow, and the silence surrounding us completely comfortable. Neither of us felt the need to fill the space with inane conversation. When he mentioned he was taking me to one of the hottest eateries in town, I had to control my desire to squeal. The Place, as it was simply named, was a hip, trendy restaurant that masqueraded as affordable but was really anything but. I’d never been able to afford it, and I didn’t think the general population could either. It was where the elite of New York City enjoyed lunch.
    Once, Hank sent me to the restaurant to pick up lunch for him and his wife. The workers fawned all over the fact I was picking up lunch for the Aspen Reynolds. Of course I knew her as Mrs. Jensen by then. The chatty steward made a point to gush on and on about how lovely she was. I agreed with him, of course. Hank’s wife was insanely beautiful and undeniably smart. None of that mattered to me. When she introduced herself as Hank’s fiancé back when I started work at Jensen Construction, she was kind and down to earth. Nothing like the obscenely rich socialite people claimed her to be in those horrid magazines.
    It was humbling to know that even when you had more money than could possibly be spent, you still were compelled to wear a mask. Aspen ’Reynolds’--not ’Jensen’--was all business, powerful, able to cut you down to size if you so much as crossed her. I knew Aspen Jensen, the polite, loving, intelligent wife of my equally charming and down to earth boss, Hank Jensen. People were just people. We all had our problems, and roles we were expected to play in life. I liked Aspen even more when I realized that she shared her true self with me. She