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nice man her mother had fixed her up with nearly four months ago. She sighed as the elevator took her toward the 15 th floor, all signs of her arousal disappearing as thoughts of her so-called boyfriend entered her head. Bradley was tall and blond and handsome, he worked as a systems analyst for a large, successful company in the suburbs—and he was such a damn gentleman that he had yet to lay a hand on her.
    Well, he’d put his arm around her on occasion, and he’d kissed her—pleasant yet sadly spark-free kisses goodnight at the door—but to Diana, a woman who loved pleasure and craved sex, his soft kisses seemed like next to nothing.
    She knew Bradley needed a sweet, chaste woman in his life who could appreciate his love of fine wine, his culinary skills, his gentle and respectful manner—and she was trying very hard to be that woman, just hoping that whenever they finally got around to fucking he’d be an animal.
    She’d even tried to seduce him several times, until he’d eventually explained that he thought it was better to wait, to let their relationship grow, so that when they finally made love, it would be important and meaningful. Diana loved important, meaningful sex as much as the next girl, but she also loved getting-to-know-you sex and we’re-attracted-to-each-other-and-I-want-you sex, too.
    Of course, if Bradley had succumbed to her attempts at seduction, it would only have been getting-to-know-you sex, not we’re-attracted-to-each-other sex, because as it stood, she simply didn’t feel that hot, fun, wild sort of chemistry that sometimes made it so hard for her to keep her hands off a guy.
    But she’d also known men with whom attraction really had changed and grown over time, and given how perfect Bradley was in so many ways, and how happy her parents had been since they’d been dating, she was sticking with him, convinced she’d become more enamored with him as time passed. She could be a good little wife who knew how to “make love” to her man, and how to be content and happy with one guy for the rest of her life. Women the world over succeeded at this—so could she.
    Still and all, when wind blew up her skirt and made her pussy tingle, it took her a minute to remember that she probably shouldn’t revel so heedlessly in the sensation if she actually expected to be the good girl her family made her want to be. And although she’d let herself off the guilt hook regarding her oh-so-naughty phone conversation with Marc—deciding it was only a slip-up because she was frustrated from no sex—her new habit of thinking about him all day and masturbating at night with him in mind simply had to stop. As did the fact that her panties got wet every time she talked to him now. Her desires were out of her control, but she simply had to ignore them and hope they would go away over time, like finally breaking a bad habit.
    Of course, it was a hard thing to truly hope for, because it felt so delicious and good and naughty, but she still tried.
    After all, she was here, and Marc was far away, in Las Vegas.
    And she would probably marry Bradley one of these days and make everyone very happy.
    Except maybe you , a voice whispered inside her as she made her way to the office break room to pour her morning coffee. She needed to ignore that, too.
    Diana slid behind the desk in her small office, ready to get her mind off her worries—and Marc—and onto Adrianna, Inc. Mock-ups for the print ads publicizing the new Atlanta and Miami boutiques were due in a few days and needed her close attention. As did a hundred little details that should keep her good and busy all day.
    “Ouch, girlfriend, look at that cleavage.”
    Diana’s office friend, Shyla, appeared in her doorway. A beautiful woman with skin the color of café au lait, she wore a striking suit of orange—a shade only Shyla could pull off. Shyla had shown Diana around the office on her first day and they’d become fast friends. Shyla was always