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it. An image of her spread over the surface, Griffin moving inside her, flooded her mind.
    She blew out an exasperated breath. This wasn’t going well.
    She dropped her purse and coat into the chair, swinging around to face him. “Let’s get down to business.”
    His eyes traveled down the length of her. “Yes, let’s.”
    Their gazes locked.
    Darcy’s throat went dry and she swallowed. “Mrs. Weller doesn’t like me.”
    â€œShe doesn’t like anyone.” He took three steps in her direction.
    â€œShe likes you.”
    He shrugged. “I’ve grown on her.”
    â€œYou’ve grown on a lot of people.”
    He flashed a smile. “I’m a politician.”
    â€œThat’s not really considered a good thing.” She nibbled on her bottom lip. Okay, she couldn’t help being curious. “Do you have some other job? When not engaged in being a good citizen of Revival.”
    He smiled at her, all sly. “I do.”
    â€œAnd that is?” He always was such a tease.
    â€œI’m an accountant.”
    Oh for the love of God, that was crazy. How had the baddest boy in Revival turned so . . . so . . . good?
    It was despicable.
    â€œYuck!” Her voice filled with scorn. “What happened to you?”
    He laughed, not seeming at all insulted. “It’s a respectable job and a necessary skill, even in a small town. It’s why I ended up running for mayor. I started to notice my business clients were suffering. By then most had forgotten my wild ways and were ready for something new. So I threw together a campaign and voila: mayor.”
    Darcy wrinkled her nose. “So you’re completely reformed, huh?”
    Such a waste.
    â€œMostly.” He leaned back against the edge of his desk and crossed one ankle over the other. His jeans stretched taut across his muscles, and Darcy tried her best not to get distracted. “And what exactly do you do out there in the big city? Your mom says you’re some sort of writer.”
    â€œI am.” Darcy straightened her shoulders. “I freelance and write a blog.”
    He raised a brow, picking up a steaming mug from his desk. “A blog? What kind of blog”
    Darcy laid it on him. “A sex one.”

Chapter Seven
    Griffin choked on his coffee, sputtering and coughing as he processed what Darcy had said. When he was finally able to speak, he said, “A sex blog?”
    Darcy rolled her eyes. “Don’t tell me you’ve turned into a prude.”
    â€œA sex blog?” Griffin repeated, still trying to wrap his mind around that new piece of information.
    Darcy wrote a sex blog. Wait until the good citizens of Revival heard about this.
    â€œYes, a sex blog.” Darcy looked at him with a cool, level gaze.
    Griffin shook his head, hoping it would help clear it. “And what exactly does a sex blog entail?”
    Her spine drew even straighter. “I write how-to columns, relationship articles, give advice, and do product reviews.”
    That got his attention. “Product reviews?”
    â€œYes, right now I’m reviewing the Mac Daddy.” She grinned and held her hands a foot apart. “A realistic dildo.”
    â€œRealistic, huh?” Laughing, he tried, with every ounce of willpower he had, not to envision her masturbating with a huge cock.
    He tried and failed.
    He ran a hand through his hair. “And what’s your verdict?”
    She shrugged. “It’s okay. I’ve had better.”
    Do. Not. Ask. “What’s your favorite?”
    She smiled a sly, “cat who ate the canary” smile. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
    â€œI would.” Why pretend otherwise? “What’s the site called?”
    â€œWhy? Do you want to look me up?”
    â€œOf course.” There wasn’t man nor beast that could keep him from looking.
    â€œSorry, that information is classified.” She put