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    After they’d both come, they’d talked a while longer and she’d suggested that while at work they not mention what they’d just shared. She’d feared it would be awkward—they were required to talk to each other so frequently. And also because she didn’t want to be reminded that she’d been so bad. That she’d enjoyed being so bad. That she only wished she could keep being that bad.
    But once and for all, she had to put those days behind her, no matter how many breezes made her crotch tickle, no matter how tempting it was to ask Marc to call her at home again some night and get her off that same way.
    Diana had been a bad girl all her life, and her wild ways had put her parents through a lot of worry and disappointment. She’d lost her virginity, very willingly, at fifteen, in her bedroom, to a college boy from their neighborhood who’d come home for the summer looking as hot as fireworks on the Fourth of July—and her mother had walked in just as they were finishing round two. For the following three years, she’d sneaked out of the house constantly—a necessity when she was grounded—and she’d experimented with more than a few boys in the backseats of their cars. If she was dating a guy, sex just seemed to be a natural progression. She’d never worried about what anyone thought and nothing about her actions had ever felt wrong to her. From puberty on, she’d simply yearned for sex so deeply that she couldn’t deny herself the pleasure when it was offered.
    Add to that being caught drinking on a number of occasions, and once even being hauled to jail with a group of kids caught with alcohol at an unchaperoned party—not to mention a thousand other little conflicts over too much makeup and skirts that were too short—and Diana knew she’d been a lot to handle.
    Now her older sister Liz had broken up her picture-perfect engagement and hooked up with some sexy French Quarter private-eye guy, and though Diana was very happy to see her sister finally come out of her conservative shell and find happiness with a total hunk, she also felt somehow responsible for filling her spot.
    Of course, her baby sister, Carrie was engaged to a nice guy the whole family liked, but Carrie and Jon had been engaged for so long that she knew her parents were beginning to fear none of their daughters would ever make them happy. At twenty-eight, Diana felt obliged to pick up the slack, to be the one who didn’t give them grief for once in her life.
    The truth was, she admitted to herself as she pushed through the revolving door of the high-rise building that housed Adrianna, Inc.’s Baltimore offices, she wanted their approval.
    She wasn’t a bad person—in fact, she thought she was a pretty nice person. She tried to treat other people with fairness and consideration, she gave money and even some of her time to a few charities of her choice, and she was the sort of person who stopped to help injured animals on the side of the road. Yet she didn’t know if her parents really knew she was a good person, and she wanted them to know. She knew they loved her, but she’d reached a point in her adult life where she also wanted them to simply like her, too.
    And things were finally going pretty well in that arena.
    Last year, she’d gotten her job at Adrianna, a well-paying and respectable position—she used her marketing degree to organize East Coast marketing efforts and she also traveled considerably for the company, ensuring that new boutiques were set up to market their wares in the most effective way. Her parents were proud of her for working hard and making a good career for herself.
    With that had come the means to buy a lovely restored row house in the trendy, historic Federal Hill area, within walking distance of her office. Her mother had raved over the condo and she’d heard her dad, on more than one occasion, tell a friend or neighbor what a great place she had.
    And finally, there was Bradley—the