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do?” Oh, what was she doing? What was she saying? Had she lost her mind?
    His hand finally connected with hers, and he tangled their fingers together. Her entire body tingled at that first gentle touch. “We could wait it out at my place. Just for an hour or so. I’ll be on my best behavior, I swear it.”
    Maybe she didn’t want him on his best behavior. Maybe she wanted him to be bad. Extremely bad.
    Her breath lodged in her throat, and she watched as he rubbed his fingers against hers, his thumb brushing across the top of her hand. Feather-light and oh-so seductive, she wanted more. She wanted it all.
    She wanted Hunter Worth, and damn the consequences.
    “All right,” she said softly, shock filling her that she’d actually agreed.
    The triumph that lit his eyes was unmistakable. “You won’t regret it, Gracie. I promise.”
    She could only hope he was right.
     
    Despite the gridlocked traffic, they made it to his apartment within fifteen minutes. They hadn’t talked much, which hadn’t bothered him. His mind was awhirl with what could potentially happen with Gracie. He remained mum for fear of saying the wrong thing and sending her packing. She was so deathly quiet he wondered if she was making a mental list as to why she should reject him on sight.
    But she kept her hand in his. That seemingly innocent physical contact was driving him absolutely wild.
    Her slender, elegant fingers wrapped around his, the cool press of her palm. She stroked him softly, her touch like a whisper, and his body reacted swiftly.
    Hunter had a raging erection and hoped like hell she didn’t notice as they entered his apartment.
    “Oh my gosh, it’s gorgeous.” She stopped in the middle of the living area and stared at the floor-to-ceiling windows. The view was breathtaking, Manhattan lain out before them like a glittering, never-ending blanket. “You can see everything.”
    “You like it?” He sounded like a jaded ass, but most of the time he didn’t even notice the view anymore. He’d lived there for over five years. One became accustomed to their surroundings rather quickly, and he was so busy with work, he was rarely home anyway.
    “I love it.” She slowly approached the windows for a closer look. “I think I’d sit on the couch every night and stare at the city. I wouldn’t need any television. The view would be entertainment enough.”
    “I rarely watch TV,” Hunter confessed. He quietly approached her, his movements stealthy. He didn’t want to startle her.
    “Really? I probably watch too much.” She sighed and offered a little laugh. “I really enjoy all of those fashion reality shows.”
    “Have secret aspirations to be a designer? Or maybe a stylist?” She dressed with flair, he knew that. Had more than once admired an outfit she put together.
    “No.” Gracie shook her head; the sleek swing of her hair moving to and fro mesmerized him. He wished she’d worn her hair up tonight. Giving him a firsthand view of her elegant neck, the image filled him with thoughts as how to get his lips on that neck so he could taste her skin again…
    “The shows actually inspired me,” she continued, and he realized she was still talking about the reality programs. “I’ve gotten a couple of ideas for marketing from what I see.”
    “You’re kidding. So your secret weapon is reality TV?”
    She turned her head, her eyes widening when she realized he stood so close. “Uh-huh.”  
    Her eyes looked a little dazed, a look that was good on her especially considering he felt exactly the same.
    Dazed. Confused. Euphoric. Oh yeah, and horny.
    “What else are you hiding from me, Gracie Hayes?” His voice lowered automatically, and he realized he should at least offer her a drink before he tried something he shouldn’t. He’d promised to be on his best behavior and he was already breaking that vow.
    Seduction was on the forefront of his mind, and he hoped she was on board.
    With Gracie, he couldn’t help himself.