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she wanted to be able to tell him yes. But…
    “No, Evan.”
    “That pleases me, Anne. It pleases me very much.”
    She basked in his approval and couldn’t help but smile.
    “Are you at home, Anne?”
    “Yes, Evan. I’m getting ready for bed.” There. That should give him something to think about.
    “In your bedroom?”
    “That’s where my bed is, Evan.” She wondered how he would roll with the bit of impudence she put in her voice. He wasn’t the only one who could tease.
    “I see you are a bit impertinent when you aren’t cold, wet, and bedraggled.” His voice deepened suggestively. “I’ll have to remember that when I get you blindfolded.”
    Blindfolds. Evan spoke of blindfolds. Was he reading her mind?
    Anne took a deep breath. “Would you like to see me in a blindfold, Evan?”
    Will he think that comment was too brazen?
    “Oh, yes, Anne, I would.” He paused. “Do you think you could find my place again?”
    As if I could forget .
    “Probably not. It was dark and raining, remember? Evan?”
    “It wasn’t when you left the next morning.”
    “Guess I had other things on my mind.”
    Her deliberate nonchalance should deflate his ego a bit. She waited to see how he would react.
    “Oh, really? What was going through that pretty head of yours?” His voice was nearly a growl now. “Were you thinking of scarves?”
    Oh my God, yes.
    “Or of being pinned against the wall, gasping and quivering in my hands?”
    Guilty as charged.
    “Or how you came apart in my mouth on the stairs?”
    I’ll remember that as long as I live.
    Even now, her breasts hung heavy and swollen, her nipples little points against the fabric of her tee. She squeezed her thighs together in an attempt to alleviate the achiness at their juncture.
    “Which did you ponder the most, Anne? My cock or my mouth?”
    “N-Neither.”
    “Liar.” He voice became stern. “Don’t lie to me, Anne.” He paused. “Anne, tomorrow night. My place, Eight o’clock. I expect you to be there.”
    Evan disconnected. Anne stared at the phone.
    She was so in over her head.

Chapter 5
     
    Anne pulled off the highway onto the isolated tree-laden driveway. The black scarf tied around the mailbox left no doubt she had found Evan’s ranch. The scarf did not obscure the lettering on the mailbox that proclaimed it as the property of one E. Jamison. The drive had been uneventful. Although thunder storms had been predicted and worrisome clouds could be seen in the distance, Mother Nature had behaved herself. No close encounters with deer or other wildlife.
    You can still turn around and head back to Denver .
    She’d been telling herself that the entire two hours of the drive. Anne took a deep breath.
    She crept up the driveway in her little VW bug, parking it next to Evan’s truck.
    Her knees wobbled a bit as she walked up the porch steps and knocked on his door. Eight o’clock on the dot. She was on time. She fluffed her hair and smoothed the travel wrinkles out of her little black skirt. She knocked again, harder. Where was he?
    The front door opened abruptly.
    Evan, in the flesh. He was more imposing than she remembered. His dark eyes smoldered as he gave her the once over.
    “Hello, Anne. Come in.”
    He took her hand and led her inside. A frisson of sensual awareness shot up her arm from where his fingers massaged her palm.
    The lighting inside was dim, drawing her attention to a small linen-covered dining table set for two. Two slim candles illuminated the fragile wine glasses.
    She dropped her mouth open.
    The crystal bowl in the center of the table contained one large red apple. Anne loved his small acknowledgement of her profession.
    She wasn’t quite sure what to expect of this evening, but an intimate candlelit setting had not crossed her mind. The two chairs were covered in the same fabric as the table cloth. Heat rose in her face. A black scarf was tied in a bow across the back of each chair.
    Evan pulled out a chair. “You may