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she would like to explore on a closer level. Perhaps she could lean over and remove them slowly….
                            Amanda abruptly sat back in her chair, finally aware of the fact that she was leaning over the edge of the table daydreaming about what was obviously a younger man, and her breast were almost spilling out onto the felt top!
                Amanda let out a quick breath and worked up a calming mantra inside her head. Yes, she had needed a distraction to relieve her nervousness about the coming game; and the double meaning of that thought made her smile, but almost stripping a younger man with your eyes, and thinking of removing his glasses with your teeth was going too far. What was the matter with her; she was letting female hormones and girlish daydreams interfere with her assignment. Taking a deep breath, she coolly rearranged her thoughts.
                With a cooler head, she carefully went over what she had learned about the hottie…Antonio Dominguez. He had a reputation for winning against even the deftest players; that meant he was cool under pressure. He impressed people with his knowledge of ancient peoples and their cultures; educated and committed to his chosen field. What was his chosen field? What required knowledge of ancient civilizations? Archaeology or Anthropology, both were careers dedicated to ancient civilization studies.
                While the sun burnished his skin, he did not have the look of a man who spent years in the outdoors searching for artifacts, so that left Anthropology. Why would they be interested in an anthropologist? Unless he studies ancient Hebrews, there had been rumors circulating recently of an increase in activity in that sector. Something about a search for…immediately she knew why she had this assignment.
                Amanda's quick mind had made the connection!  What was going on here? Her role as passive observer had suddenly taken on a completely new meaning. She chided herself for her earlier lapse in judgment, and vowed to remain steady on the target. What was wrong with her today and now what was the matter with him? Antonio was suddenly glaring at everyone as if someone had accused him of cheating, and the game had not yet even begun.
                It took every control mechanism Antonio had ever learned not to reach out and touch the woman, the real woman who had just sat there, in that chair. When he walked into the room, his first look had brought back that piece of his soul. Her hair had caught his attention and made him pause just inside the shadows cast by the entryway.
                Flowing down in a thousand waves, the deep coppery-red hue mimicked every image he had ever seen of Botticelli's, The Birth of Venus! Being neither blonde nor brunette was just another way she stood outside the ordinary. All that glorious hair framed a face that was piquant, totally provocative and appealing. He had never seen anyone so beautiful, the face of an angel, and the body, dear God that body!
                He had looked for an empty chair that would allow him to observe her unnoticed. The only open chair was directly across from her, and he had approached it quickly while her head was turned, hoping no one noticed his state of arousal. Sitting down, he arranged his face into his usual mask of indifference.
                What he really wanted was to suddenly transport back in time. To stand, kick back his chair at the Round Table, draw forth his sword from its sheath, stride boldly to her side, kneel and profess his never dying love to her, his Guinevere! However, who would he be, Sir Lancelot or King Arthur? Lancelot was often equated with the love triangle, but no, he would choose Arthur, and not that pansy Arthur from the early movies, but the proud, strong Arthur from the Once and Future King!
                Once he professed his love, he