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tighter to her jumper clad bosom.
    "Well, if
you can't convince him, looking like that, then he's either gay, or dead from
the waist down.”
    Maria winked at
her partner in crime and followed her into the university offices.
    ****
    Silas Deacon was
so engrossed in his notes that he didn't hear the knock at the door until it
turned into pounding.
    What the hell?
    He pushed his
glasses up his nose and stretched, rolling his shoulders to get rid of the
crick in his neck.
    "Stop
trying to break the damn door down. What's the emergency?"
    "Your three
o’ clock appointment is here, Professor. I did remind you this morning."
    Natasha's
melodic and slightly accented voice called through the solid oak door, and
Silas rolled his eyes. Oh yes, the big cat expert from the zoo. He'd wished
they just all left him alone, but Ms. Anderson had been most insistent. Having
checked her out, he couldn't deny that she seemed to know what she was talking
about, so he had reluctantly agreed to see her.
    A glance at the
clock showed the time to be just gone three. Well, that was one point in her
favor. She was punctual.
    "You best
come in then. The door is open."
    Natasha entered
followed by a tall blonde who froze on the door stop when she spotted him. Her
deep blue eyes seemed to pull him into her gaze, and, his work forgotten, Silas
leaned forward in an unconscious gesture to get closer to her. The window was
open creating a draft, and it pulled her scent into the room. Sultry, rich,
decadent, it called to him on an instinctive level, and Silas was glad for the
cover of his desk, which hid his instant boner.
    "Professor,
this is Maria Anderson. Maria, Silas Deacon."
    Natasha made the
introductions, and when neither one of them moved, shuffled on her feet and
cleared her throat.
    " Erm , well, I'll leave you to it then."
    Natasha gave the
blonde a shove so that she entered his office, and shut the door on her way
out, which left them alone in the room.
    Neither
one of them spoke for the longest time, and just when the
silence got uncomfortable, Maria smiled.
    "Nice to
meet you at last, Professor Deacon."
    Her voice, too,
wrapped itself around his senses and added to the spell she seemed to weave over
him. Jesus, what was wrong with him? Okay, it had been a while since he’d gotten
laid, and this blonde was sex-on-legs hot, but since when did abstinence rob
him off his ability to speak?
    Belatedly he
stuck out his hand and rose slightly to shake hers. The minute their fingers
touched heat travelled up his arm, and she gasped and let go of his hand. To
mask his own reaction he ran that hand through his hair and then gestured for
her to sit down.
    "Please,
forgive me. I'm not normally so ill mannered. Please, sit down, Ms.
Anderson."
    She smiled and
sat down on the edge of the seat. The action made her skirt ride up, and when
she crossed her legs Silas could have sworn he saw the top of her stockings. He
cleared his throat again and dropped his hands to shuffle the paper on his
desk. Anything to stop himself from reaching under the desk
and adjusting his throbbing cock. She would notice that, for sure.
    Her intelligent
blue eyes crinkled up at the corners when she smiled again.
    "Call me
Maria. After all, we'll be spending some time together."
    The breathy
quality of her voice did not help with the predicament in his trousers, not one
little fucking bit, and he suppressed a groan.
    He had turned
into a fumbling teenager for fuck's sake. What must she think of him?
    "Time, yes …
well, that's debatable. I have no intention to set foot in your zoo,
Maria."
    She smiled and
crossed and uncrossed her legs, and leant back in her chair. From his position
behind his desk he had a perfect view up her skirt. He caught a glimpse of
purple, lacy underwear, and her delicious female scent intensified. Cold sweat
trickled down between his shoulder blades, and he hastily took his glasses off
to resist temptation.
    There, that was
marginally better, but his cock