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    Mack pulled into the driveway of a white Cape Cod with gray shutters. It was tiny, but well-kept and there were a couple of pumpkins sitting on the front steps. He’d never pictured Kindra as the homeowner type.
    They had worked together a lot over the past year, and about the only thing he could say about her for sure was that she was intelligent. She did her job well. Quickly and with little fuss.
    Other than that, he couldn’t claim to know her at all.
    He wanted to know her. And not just in the physical sense. He was drawn to her, attracted to that flash in her eyes that popped up from time to time.
    Parking his black SUV in the driveway, he got out and rang the doorbell. He waited. And waited. He rang the bell again.
    Rocking on the balls of his feet, he peeked in the window. He couldn’t tell if she was home or not. Had he been stood up? That hadn’t happened to him since… ever.
    The door flew open. Kindra hovered there, her face pale and her eyes huge. Her hair was still tightly bound in a clip, and she wore no make-up that he could tell, but she had on a short skirt.
    It hugged her hips and ended with a naughty little slit in the middle an inch or two above her knees. Mack swallowed hard. He’d seen Kindra’s legs plenty of times at work. But covered to the knee and sticking out from under a conservative black work skirt.
    Now her smooth, creamy legs were very bare, making his hand ache to run along her calf. She wore sandals with straps and her toenails were painted a chestnut color, giving rise to images of her feet sliding across a white sheet.
    Above the skirt rested a navy blue tank top. Which was not revealing in any way. But given that Mack was used to having all of Kindra covered in layers of business boring, this was enticing.
    The cotton top was straining against her lush chest. He stared in appreciation. Kindra had been hiding some great tits.
    “Hi,” she said breathlessly.
    “Hi,” he said with a glance up, then couldn’t stop himself from zeroing back in on her chest. Why had she been covering those up? It defied logic.
    Her arms covered her chest and a pink hue tinted her cheeks. Her embarrassment was evident. It was also arousing.
    With a smile, he reached out and pulled her arms away with a light tug. “No, don’t cover up. I’m enjoying the view. You have a beautiful body.”
    She tugged her arms back. “You’re making me uncomfortable.”
    “I’m going to see it all anyway, sooner or later.”
    “Later,” she whispered.
    “So, you haven’t changed your mind?” He needed to hear her say it, having had twenty-four hours to think about it, that this was what she wanted to do.
    Her chest rose and fell. Her hand crept up to fiddle with the clip on her head. Finally, she took a deep breath and said, “No. I haven’t changed my mind.”
    Thank God. Mack tried not to fall on the ground and kiss her feet in gratitude. But hell, for a second there, he had feared for his sexual safety. If she had said no, he might have actually suffered some real damage from lack of release.
    He smiled at her. “I’m glad. Now are you ready for dinner?”
    They didn’t talk on the ten minute drive to the restaurant in a trendy rejuvenated old neighborhood. Kindra seemed to be concentrating on breathing, and keeping her legs crossed and far away from him. Mack was concentrating on driving and accidentally-on-purpose bumping her with various parts of his body as often as he could.
    A thigh brush here, an arm rub there. At one point he stretched all the way across the front of her, brushing everything, to retrieve his sunglasses from the glove compartment. Kindra sucked in her breath and froze.
    Whether or not it was arousing her, he couldn’t tell, but it sure had him hot and bothered.
    Mack had called Mojo’s ahead of time and had requested the smallest table in the darkest corner. As he guided Kindra to the table, his hand on the small of her back, he was happy to see they had followed his