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I’m gay?” she suggested impishly.
     
    Max threw back his head and laughed. “You think so? Are you attracted to women?”
     
    Clarissa’s grin disappeared. “No.” She sighed heavily, wondering if there was something wrong with her. The men she had dated in the past definitely tried to maul her on a regular basis. To the point where she didn’t date anymore. And the one man she was powerfully attracted to wasn’t interested in her in a sexual way. Very frustrating.
     
    “There’s one way to find out,” he suggested and before Clarissa knew what he was going to do, he’d leaned forward and pressed his hard, firm mouth against hers. She was so surprised, she felt herself gasp but that only gave him better access to her mouth. Once the surprise had vanished, the feelings took over. Her hands dropped from her knees, her legs straightened out and she sat up straighter, eager to get closer to the man who was showing her what kissing was really about.
     
    They weren’t touching anywhere but their mouths, Max’s left hand still resting along the back of the bench while his other stayed in his lap. But his mouth moved over hers, decimating all her school girl fantasies about what a kiss would be like when there was desire behind it. This wasn’t softness or a sweet, fluttering feeling as she’d been thinking a kiss would generate. No, this was a toe curling, mind boggling rush of desire that immediately pooled in her stomach, then dropped lower, her body aching while her mind stopped working.
     
    All too soon, he pulled back and looked down at her. His eyes examined her flushed face and glazed eyes with satisfaction. “So? What’s the verdict?” He was having a great deal of trouble pulling back and not shoving his hands into her soft, curling hair or pulling her against him and continuing the kiss, deepening it and touching her body with his hands, feeling her softness. He was still painfully hard and he realized he’d never had this much trouble controlling his desire for a woman before. She was like an aphrodisiac and Madonna all rolled into one slender, sexy package and the impact was mind-blowing.
     
    Clarissa wanted to smile. She tried to smile as if to shrug off the amazing feelings that were tingling all up and down her body making her feel as if the world were sparkling. Unfortunately, she was too stunned, amazed and overwhelmed to do anything more than shake her head. “No, definitely not gay,” she whispered out loud, her tongue coming out to wet lips that were parched all of a sudden.
     
    Max smiled and stood up. “Problem solved,” he said and winked at her a moment before he walked away, ducked into his car and drove off.
     
    Clarissa watched him, horribly embarrassed that the kiss that had meant so much to her, that had exceeded all of her fantasies and made her heart leap in her chest and her body experience the sweet, painful side of desire, was simply an experiment to him.
     
    Sighing in disappointment that seemed more severe than she had ever imagined it could feel like, she watched the man of her dreams walk away, start up his car and drive away. As his headlights faded into the night, she bit her lip as the ache inside her belly gave way to small tears of frustration.
     
    Shaking off the disappointment, she stood up and squared her shoulders. The man’s kiss was dynamite, she told herself. And instead of feeling frustration, she should be even more determined with her goal. She’d try one more time with him. That one kiss had shown her that he was definitely worth the effort.

Chapter 3
     
    Clarissa sat nervously at the table, her hands flattened against the white linen table cloth as she waited, breathlessly, for Max to arrive. She’d called his office three days ago to make the appointment and his secretary had only taken a message, then called back to confirm that Max would take a lunch meeting with her.
     
    Now, as she waited for him to arrive, she couldn’t help but