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reception and now he’s taking her to Alabama so he can work with her before he goes to England. This was supposed to be his vacation because he’s committed for the next eighteen months after that, and if anything goes wrong, he’s fucked. Why? Touchstone need him?”
    Brett got the sock off and put her big toe in his mouth.
    “Unnnuh, nooo. I just wondered if he’d have time to work with BroRide.”
    Brett swizzled his tongue between her toes, and she jumped.
    “Shit no, he hates those guys from reputation alone. Too undisciplined.”
    “Okay. I said I’d give you a t-try for them, but”—Tessa yanked her foot away from Brett because he’d licked her instep—“if Jerry’s busy, que sera sera .”
    “Why the sudden interest in them?”
    Brett started opening her pants.
    “I was talking to Brett at the reception and said I would help them out.” Tessa brushed his hands away.
    “I’m surprised he wasn’t trying to get into your pants.”
    Laughing, she shoved Brett’s hands away again. “I think there are enough girls trying to get into his that he doesn’t need to get into mine.”
    Giving up on her pants, Brett slid off the chair, knelt at her feet and pressed his face between her thighs.
    “True. Say, you wouldn’t want to have dinner with me over the weekend, would you?”
    Unbelievable. Frank was asking her out and Brett was parting her legs, apparently intent on getting to her pussy through her clothes. And succeeding. “Ahh. I’m sorry. I have plans this weekend.”
    “Oh yeah, sure. Maybe another time.”
    “Yeah.” Tessa had intended to push Brett away, but her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. “Listen, it was great talking to you.” Brett took advantage of her distraction. He got her pants open and dragged them down to her ankles.
    “Oh, yeah. Call anytime.”
    “Bye.” Tessa hung up the phone. “Brett, I can’t do business when you—oh!”
    Brett sucked her clit, flicking his tongue against it as he pulled with his lips. He pressed two fingers up inside her, searching, and she clutched the edge of her desk, head lolled back, riding his mouth and hand. Biting back moans of pleasure, she hooked one leg behind his head, urged him on until she splintered apart.
    He caught her before she collapsed across her desk, pulled her down into his arms. “Feel better?” he asked, licking his lips.
    “Brett, you can’t do that while I’m on the phone.”
    “Okay, I won’t do it when you’re on the phone anymore.”
    Tessa struggled to her feet. Her pants were still wrapped around one ankle and she’d completely lost track of how long they’d been in here. Helen, Jody, and Sandy were going to want answers. She grabbed the Kleenex box off her desk and handed it to him before fixing her clothes. “I’ll call Jason and talk him into producing you.”
    “Tell me about it tonight.”
    Tessa halted in the middle of dressing to stare at him. “What do you mean tonight?”
    “I’ll pick you up for dinner.”
    A date? He was asking her out on a date? “No, you won’t.” She pulled her pants the rest of the way up and fastened them.
    “Why not?”
    “We’re not dating.”
    He shrugged. “We could be.”
    “No, we can’t.” Christ, did he honestly think they could be more than a means to an end for each other? Better disabuse him of that notion quick.
    “Why not?”
    Because he was twenty years younger than her. Because he was a horny rock star who screwed every woman he could get his hands on, and they were lined up around the block for the privilege. Because he got his furniture cleaned weekly. “Because I said so. Let’s just keep it simple. I’ll give you what you want, and you give me what I want. Pick me up at my house Friday at six.”
    He frowned and shrugged. “All right. I’ll pick you up Friday. We can go back out to the hotel if you want.”
    “Just don’t come back here.”
    “Why?”
    He still wasn’t getting it. Thick boy. He was going to