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nine to six and ten to five on weekends.”
         “I’ll do that.  I think I can come by tomorrow after work.  I’ll see you then, Miss Bradley,” he said in parting.
         Before Victoria closed the door, she said, “I’ll look forward to it.”
         More than you know , she finished silently.
         After she departed, Dalton sat down heavily in his chair and groaned.
         He felt like he made a date with a sinful temptress, but he was powerless to stop it.  He didn’t even think he wanted to stop it.  He was on a train going ninety to nothing and all he could do was hang on for the wild ride. 
         Truth be told, he wanted to get to know Victoria better.  She was captivating, mysterious…..hot!
         He’d be a liar if he considered himself a saint.  He was just a normal guy with sexual desires, needs and wants like the next red blooded man.  Why not concentrate those feelings on Victoria?  It sure couldn’t hurt.  Some hot sex couldn’t hurt, either.
         He was lost in thought when a knock rapped at his door.
         “Come in.”
         Max strode in and sat down in the chair that Victoria not long ago vacated.
         “Wow,” Max whistled in appreciation.  “Who was that fine woman that just left your office?”
         “Spitfire.”  The name rolled off his tongue before he could stop it.  The nickname surprised him but it fit Victoria to a T.
         Max’s jaw dropped .  “That was Victoria Bradley?”
         Dalton hid his raging hormones in a mask of nonchalance.  He didn’t need Max goading him if he ever found out that he had the hots for the alluring Miss Bradley.
         “Yes.  That was Miss Bradley.”  Dalton couldn’t resist teasing Max.  “Quite nice looking for a little old lady, huh, Max?”
         “Nice?  Nice?”  Max eyed Dalton skeptically.  “She’s one hot babe.” 
         A sudden twinge ate at Dalton’s gut then realized just how idiotic that was.  He had no claims on Victoria whatsoever.
        “She’s also one of our customers,” Dalton reminded Max.
         Max shook his head.  “Man, if I wasn’t married I’d----“
         “You are married.  So it won’t do you any good to think about the ‘what-ifs’.”
         “Mm-mm,” Max quipped.  “Yeah, I know.  There’s no harm in looking.  I’m not low enough to do that to Katie.  Besides, if I did more than look, she’d have my balls.  And I mean that literally. 
         “It already sounds like you have your sights set on Miss Bradley,” he discerned.
         Dalton suddenly knew he’d been had.  Max deliberately said that to prove he was attracted to her.  That’s because he was.
         “Okay, okay,” Dalton stated, putting up his hands.  “So Miss Bradley is attractive,” he said, feigning indifference.
         “Don’t give me that, Dalton,” Max reprimanded.  “She got under your skin.  Admit it,” he pushed.
         Dalton grunted at Max and glared.  He couldn’t lie to him.  Even though Max worked at his company, they were still friends.  How could he lie when it was so obvious, even to Max, who saw him all of ten seconds and picked up on it?
         “Fine.  She got to me,” Dalton conceded reluctantly.
         “Ah-ha!  I knew it,” Max exclaimed jovially.  “I knew you had it bad when you already gave her the nickname, ‘Spitfire’.”
         Dalton elected not to say anything to Max’s assumption.  He didn’t need to dig himself in any deeper.
         Max went on anyway.  “So, are you going to go for it?”
         “’Go for it’?”  Dalton made a futile attempt at pretending not to understand what Max was talking about. It didn’t work.
         “Yeah.  Ask her out.  Get laid.  It certainly wouldn’t kill you,” Max told him.  “It might even take a little bit of that stress you’ve been carrying around.  Lift the