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head. I’d planned to paint tomorrow but if I take my camera and get some shots for inspiration it can still be a fruitful day.”
    Fully dressed and sliding his feet into his shoes, he said, “Okay then. I’ll pick you up between 8:30 and 9:30. My cell number’s on my card; if you text me I’ll have yours and can call you when I’m on the way.”
    He reached for her pants and flipped them, took a second to look at the label, and set them aside. “I’ll see myself out.”
    And he walked out of her room. What the hell? She stood and went to her pants, eyeing the tag to see what might have interested him. She read Old Navy, size three, and the percentage of cotton and spandex. What had he been looking for? Trying to see if she wore name brands? She didn’t pick that vibe up from him, but no one had ever bothered to look at her clothes’ tags before.
    She took a quick shower, part of her wanting to keep his touch fresh on her and the rest needing to wash it off. He’d worn a condom, but his hands on her legs, his skin on her skin — she wanted to remember it and play it over and over in her head, but couldn’t bear it without a shower first.
    Before climbing into bed she put her camera’s battery on the charger, picked out shorts and a clingy tee shirt, decided on a matching bra and panty set, placed everything on her desk, checked her email, and set her alarm. She masturbated to the memory of his eyes on hers as he went deliberately slow , and fell asleep as her orgasm faded.
     
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Four
     
     
     
     
     
     
    A bright red Ferrari gleamed in the driveway when Cara opened the door the following morning. She was dressed and ready to go with sunscreen already on and her debit card, driver’s licen se, lip balm, and some cash stuffed into the small camera bag hanging from her neck. She stepped onto the porch and eyed the car, but warm hands on her shoulders stopped her. She looked up as he leaned down, and his lips met hers as his hands shifted with one coming to rest at the small of her back as the other cradled her head, and his tongue invaded her mouth until fire flowed through her veins.
    He slowly backed off, his hand sliding to the nape of her neck before dropping away, and he stepped back and looked her over from head to toe and back again as his gaze trailed a path over her blue jean shorts and pink burnout tee over a white spaghetti-strap shirt. Her bra and panty set were flesh toned and she didn’t think the bra showed through the burnout, but his conspicuous inspection made her want to self-consciously double check.
    “You look like a breath of fresh air,” he said, eyes sparkling in the morning sunshine. “Like maybe you had some sort of stress relieving activity last night.”
    She laughed, happy he didn’t start by complaining she hadn’t texted him. “You look pretty relaxed, too.”
    He walked her to the car and she inserted herself into the passenger seat, not expecting it to be so low to the ground. He bent in to fasten her seatbelt before strolling to the driver’s side, sliding in and starting it with one smooth, fluid motion. The deep rumbling vibrations of the engine rolled through not just her feet and bottom, but also her stomach and liver and kidneys and even her eyeballs. It wasn’t a bad feeling, but different. Intense.
    He leaned towards her and gave her a quick peck on the lips before he slowly backed out — not gunning the engine to make a big deal of the muscle obviously available to him in this car, but controlling the power as he’d done in bed the night before. Damn, that was sexy.
    He pushed the button to switch into a forward gear and pointed to a folder wedged between the seat and console. “Since you figured me out, I made a list of things for us to discuss today. Go through the list and talk about whatever strikes your fancy. I’ll share anything you want from the discussion ideas.”
    Intrigued, she pulled it into her lap.