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hungry animal
sizing up its prey.
    "Uh--" He straightened away from the desk the
instant Angela invaded his personal space, but she pressed the palm
of her hand to his chest and pushed him back against the desk.
Sliding one nylon-covered thigh between his, she mashed herself
against him, pelvis to chest. For a moment Nick was too stunned to
move. He hadn’t had any breasts but Julia’s mashed against him in
well over a year. Angela’s were about the same size as Julia's, but
felt different, foreign. His body stirred with inevitable curiosity
even as his mind shrieked in protest.
    "Um," He placed his hands on her shoulders
and tried to shift her away, but she was stronger than she looked
and he didn’t want to manhandle her. What if she screamed ‘rape’
upon rebuked advances?
    "Tell you what, Nick. You seem like a really
good guy, probably too good of a guy for a woman who would make
such crazy demands. "
    He started to argue, because she had no idea
what kind of a woman Julia was, but Angela silenced him, pressing
her fingers to his lips. She ground her pelvis into his, and
grinned.
    "You have a boner!"
    Nick groaned against her fingers. He couldn't
help the damn boner! He had a high sex drive and with the stressful
end of school year activities in the prior weeks, he and Julia
hadn't made love recently. His body was reacting against his mind's
will.
    Angela grinned triumphantly when he grasped
her hips, but her expression turned sour when he merely moved her
away and stepped toward the door.
    "You seem to have the wrong idea about me. I
came here looking for my fiancés dress, not to get laid."
    Angela sighed and crossed her arms over her
chest. "But consider this. Upon the culmination of getting laid,
love, I'll provide you with information that will aid your
plight."
    "What? You're saying you do know who bought
the dress, after all?"
    "Maybe...there's only one way for you to find
out, isn’t there?" She ran her hands over her breasts and hips.
    Nick shifted from one foot to the other, his
body still responding to the provocation. If he slept with this
woman, he might be able to restore Julia's dress to her and she’d
marry him. She never need know the price he paid. But could he live
with the knowledge that he'd been unfaithful, even just once, prior
to their marriage? His erection flagged. It would be bad enough
never marrying Julia. But it would be worse to marry her and have
that on his conscience. "Thanks, but I'll have to pass on your
offer."
    Angela stared in disbelief as Nick exited her
office, but caught up with him just as he stepped onto the
sidewalk. "Look," she grabbed his arm. When he frowned she let go.
"I'm sorry for that back there, but you can’t blame a woman for
trying. It’s not every day a man who looks like you walks into my
shop. But it was unprofessional of me. All I was going to suggest
was that you find a good seamstress who might be able to make a
decent imitation of that gown. Maybe your lucky little fiancé would
be satisfied with a look alike."
    "Perhaps she would. Thanks, Angela."
    Nick breathed a sigh of relief when he slid
behind the wheel of his car. That had been...uncomfortable. Never
before had he been tempted to cheat on Julia. He had plenty of
lovers before her, but they paled in comparison. There was no
comparison. Julia routinely blew him a way, so to speak, treating
his every erection like a special occasion. But back there in
Angela's office? Yeah, he was certainly tempted. Never mind the
root of his desire was to get his hands on the missing gown.
Temptation was temptation. He was proud of his fortitude in walking
out of that office with his fidelity intact. What he wasn’t proud
of was the fact he was now incredibly aroused.
    Reaching his hotel, he went to his room and
threw himself on the bed. His fingers drummed on his chest for a
moment then quickly traveled south. He thought about Julia in the
fishnet stockings she surprised him with the previous month. It was
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