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the sexual desire he’d sparked in her. Comforting a man like Duke would mean risking her heart because she didn’t know how to only feel emotions halfway.
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    Duke steered through the early evening traffic with ease. He hadn’t seen Cami since the picnic last weekend. She had invited him to check out an event the catering company she’d selected was working here in town. Since it would give him a chance to see how the caterers worked and allow him to observe their interaction with hotel security, he’d decided to go with her.
    He’d been avoiding her since he’d seen her at the picnic. Because he knew he’d crossed a line he hadn’t meant to when he’d asked why there wasn’t a man in her life. Now he was backpedaling and trying to reestablish the distance he always kept between himself and others.
    She’d wanted to drive, but he’d put his foot down. Sitting next to him in another one of herfrenetic suits, Cami hummed quietly to Vivaldi’s Concerto in E, the music suited her.
    If any woman was Spring, it was Cami. She bustled with life though she tried to hide it. On the outside she tried to be calm, polite, and a plain Jane but she didn’t come close. The true woman underneath kept flashing through. He wanted to get to know that woman intimately.
    â€œThere’s the turn,” she said.
    And she wasn’t going to be happy until she completely unraveled the threads that held his life together. He’d been having hot dreams about her and her slinky stockings. When he’d seated her in the car, he’d watched her straight skirt slide up her thighs. The woman’s legs ought to be illegal. He was still hard from the peak he’d gotten earlier.
    She was slowly infiltrating his office after only one visit. She’d looked around and declared the place too sterile. Then she’d shown up at lunch with a box of pizza, Godiva chocolates and a framed motivational poster on goals to hang on his wall.
    He’d decided to bring in some of the stuff he’d collected in Japan just to stop her. He didn’t know if he could handle one of those lace things she had on her credenza in his office.
    He knew he could just refuse her gifts, but he didn’t want to hurt her feelings. Though he didn’t question it too closely because he knew he wouldn’t like the answer, her caring touched him in a way he hadn’t accepted from anyone in a long, long time.
    She simply didn’t ask permission to clutter uphis life. Barging right into his office, she then expected him to appreciate it. It intrigued him, wondering what she’d do next.
    He let the valet park the car and followed her into the hotel. It was plush and elegant. First-class all the way, and for a moment he felt like the unkempt orphan he’d been for his formative years. The boy who’d have been shown the door before he’d even crossed the lobby. The boy who’d have given his eyeteeth to fit in.
    He wasn’t that boy anymore. He was wealthy enough to live in a suite here if he desired. He was prominent enough to garner special attention from the maître d’, and his confidence allowed him to mingle with the born-with-a-golden-spoon crowd.
    Cami grabbed his arm before they entered the reception. “Okay, want to hear my plan?”
    Her touch went through him like wildfire across dry land. How could this plain woman keep him in a constant state of semi-arousal? Except she wasn’t plain. There was an animated charm to her pixie-like features and slim body. He wanted to see her out of the baggy suits she wore at the office and into nothing but those dark hose and garter belt he’d glimpsed at their first private meeting.
    â€œWhat plan? You’re here to test the food and service. I’m here to check on security.”
    â€œI know, but I thought you could kind of help me out.”
    He liked that she asked for help. Not many people in