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pressed against his hardness.
    Man, she’s not dicking around. She’s damn serious about this.
    The air around them sizzled with carnal, hardcore intentions and indecent proposals.
    Oh, yeah, they were having a moment like none other they ever had. She looked at him as if she was picturing them naked in bed. Her provocative smile combined with the blatant sexy sparkle in her eyes said he could be in for the fuck of his life.
    Would she really be okay with the arrangement she proposed?
    Would that be enough for her?
    Without taking her eyes off him, she picked up the sundae’s cherry by its stem and slid it in and out of her mouth.
    Mesmerized by her technique, an involuntary groan traveled up his throat. That was one lucky cherry. I’d have one lucky cock to have those lips wrapped around it.
    Holy mother of all that’s good and holy. What the hell was wrong with him? How could he be thinking of her this way? It’s Maddie, you idiot.
    If he didn’t chill down—Siberia temperatures—he was going to screw up the first day of their joint assignment, their friendship and quite possibly his sanity.
    He gave himself a mental head slap, put the peach on his plate, wiped his hands and poured himself another glass of ice water, draining it all to restore his equilibrium.
    Didn’t help.
    He bent his head forward and raked his fingers through his hair. Okay. He made a decision. They’d have some fun, as she’d suggested. She had said no strings.
    Bad idea.
    You think?
    He glanced up and saw her satisfied grin. “No, Maddie.”
    She threw her head back and dangled the cherry close to her kissable mouth. “Oh, but you want to.”
    So much so, he was going to have to beat two off as soon as he hit the showers. “Wrong.”
    She flicked the cherry back and forth, torturing him.
    The cherry left her fingers and landed on her tongue. “Mmmm.”
    She stopped moaning.
    Her glazed eyes widened, and she stared at him with a horrified expression. Gasping, she flung her hands to her neck and wrapped them around her throat.
    He erupted off his chair. “Maddie?” Hauling her to her feet, he did what any man would have done under the circumstances.
    He popped her cherry.

Chapter Three
     
    “You know someone said that Dorothy Parker had wasted her life wisecracking.
    I really can’t think of a better use of a life.”
    —Fran Lebowitz
     
    After their late lunch, Maddie sat cross-legged on the king-sized hotel bed in her old Scooby Doo nightshirt. She leafed through brochures, jotting down ideas for her article.
    She picked up the purple fleece pillow, last year’s Christmas gift from Alex that accompanied her on her travels. Her favorite color filled her with a sense of comfort, as did the yellow lettering: A buddy is your angel’s way of taking care of you.
    Grinning, she propped the pillow up beside her and reminisced about Alex’s expression in the restaurant: disbelief mixed with a hint of lust.
    Had she actually managed to interest him? Not only was Alex a brilliant, award-winning reporter specializing in social justice issues, he was modest and kind. To Maddie and to every woman with a pulse, these were ultra-sexy traits.
    Not that he was perfect. Far from it. He could be stubborn, moody and tense, and he was obsessive about neatness, health, and, of course, his career.
    The telephone rang, interrupting her Alex reverie.
    She pushed the brochures aside and leaned over to the phone on the wicker nightstand. “Maddie’s Pleasure Palace. Hey, handsome ¾ ”
    “Madison, did you finally get a love life?”
    Her smile collapsed. “Felicia?”
    “You sound surprised. Are you having so much fun that you don’t feel like talking to your own mother?” Felicia Saunders asked.
    “What’s up? Something wrong?”
    “I have exciting news,” Felicia said. “I’ve accepted Edmund’s proposal. We’re getting married in three weeks. I know it’s short notice, but you only need to take three or four days off.”
    The