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menopause?”
    “I…” A tiny sliver of worry pierced my bliss.
“No.”
    “Then it’s a possibility.” He was terribly
earnest about the whole thing.
    I wanted to deny his concern. The very idea
of me pregnant at forty-three was laughable, except neither of us
were amused. I counted days before I shook my head. “Even Vegas
would give me pretty long odds in that department.” I tried to
smile, but Ian looked positively grim.
    “Promise me you’ll contact me if…” He
couldn’t say the word, and I tried very, very hard not to think
it.
    This was only supposed to be a fling.
    Something must have changed in my face
because he cupped my cheeks. “I’ll do whatever you want me to.”
    “Let’s not put the proverbial cart before the
horse.”
    He kissed my forehead. The gesture was so
sweet when I knew he could be so dominating, The combination made
me want to drag him back to bed. “C’mon. We’ve got a plane to
catch.”
    We quickly gathered the last of our
belongings. After I slung my carry-on over my shoulder, he ran a
finger over the engraved plate with my initials. “‘M.’ ‘L.’ ‘S.’
Are you that big of a soccer fan?”
    “Har, har. I haven’t heard that one before.”
I stepped into the hotel hallway, and he pulled the door shut
behind us.
    “The ‘L’ stands for ‘Lacy.’” He just wasn’t
going to let this go, was he? “So what’s the ‘M’ stand for?
Mildred? Matilda?”
    “I’m not discussing it.” I headed down the
corridor toward the bank of elevators.
    “C’mon. Give me a hint.” With his longer
stride, he caught up with me in three steps.
    “No.” After last night and this morning, his
playfulness threw me off my game. Was he trying to prove something
after all his scare tactics about possibly knocking me up? I jammed
the “Down” button with my thumb.
    “Then throw me a bone. What about the
‘S’?”
    “Fine, I’ll tell you mine when you tell me
yours.” My words popped out as the elevator doors parted. Five sets
of eyes stared at us with a mixture of shock and annoyance. The
sixth set belonged to an elderly woman who didn’t bother to hide
her grin.
    It wasn’t her amusement or the other
passengers’ reactions that made my face heat like a lobster boil.
It was the realization I’d screwed Ian six ways to Saturday and
hadn’t known his last name
    * * *
    I was shocked, and pleased, to discover our
concierge from last night had booked us adjoining seats in first
class. I hadn’t even glanced at the boarding pass last night in my
eagerness to get to the hotel.
    Part of me wished I could get out of my
interview in order to spend more time with Ian, but I’d worked too
hard to get to this point in my career. I couldn’t fritter the
opportunity away because my hormones had other ideas.
    It didn’t help that Ian idly played with the
delicate skin at my wrist while we waited for the rest of the
passengers to take their seats. A sharp buzz came from his jacket
pocket, and he pulled out his phone. He frowned and tapped a reply
before he turned off the device and replaced it.
    “Something wrong?” I asked.
    “A client wants to meet this morning at
eleven.” He flashed a bright grin. “I’d rather have breakfast with
you first.”
    “I can’t. I have my own business meeting this
morning. Remember?” I gave him a rueful smile.
    “Then dinner tonight.”
    “Persistent, aren’t we?”
    He leaned closer so only I would hear his
words. “When I see what I want, I go after it.”
    I shivered at his tone, his look. Already, my
pussy dampened from that alone. Okay, maybe the memory of
everything he did to me last night helped.
    Maybe I was hoping for more in the taxi. I
hadn’t bothered putting on panties. Instead, I wore only a garter
and stockings. Maybe I wanted Ian to introduce me to the Mile High
Club.
    So many temptations cocooned my thoughts. It
was Friday. Not to mention, I had more than enough time accumulated
to take an extra personal day if