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their early to mid-thirties.”
    “I'm not most men and I have no desire to marry, but I will settle down and have kids one of these days.”
    She sighed. “Okay. End of lecture.”
    He rose, stretching and rolling his shoulders. He walked around his desk, put his hands on her shoulders, and leaned over to kiss her cheek. “Have a great time in Jamaica. And if you need anything ...”
    She looked up at him. “I know, Clay. I'll call.”
    “And I'll drop everything and come.”
    She smiled and patted his hand on her shoulder. “I know that too. You have a good time.”
    He straightened. Now that he had decided how to spend the next few days before his West Coast trip, he felt more relaxed. “Oh, I plan to.”
    * * *
    “We went to a lot of trouble and expense and, trust me, girl, you are going to enjoy this whether you like it or not. Period. So get used to the idea.”
    Darbi Raymond sighed and looked at the women seated in the two chairs opposite her desk. The dark, smooth face of each one bore a determined look. When Jadan and Willow were on a mission, they were nearly impossible, but she was just as resolute.
    “Look, you both know I appreciate your concern, but I'm leaving for L.A. tonight and I don't have time for ...” She glanced at the fancy red envelope on her desk.
    Jadan rolled her eyes. “Look, it's time you had some fun, Darbi.” She glanced at the envelope and smiled. “And trust me, you'll have more than a little fun with him.”
    Darbi arched a brow. “Have you and he ...?”
    Jadan shook her head. “I've never had the pleasure of having Sarro dance for me alone, but trust me, he is hot with a capital H, girl.” She looked at Willow, who placed a hand against her chest and pretended to swoon.
    Darbi smiled, glanced at her watch, and rose. “I hate to rush you, but I really have to get going if I'm going to make my plane tonight.”
    As Jadan and Willow rose, Darbi picked up the red envelope and offered it to first Jadan and then to Willow. Both of her friends smiled and left her office silently, closing the door behind them.
    Darbi hesitated and then opened the envelope. The card inside read,
    “The bearer is entitled to a private, romantic evening with exotic dancer Sarro.”
    For a moment, Darbi stared at the card, allowing her thoughts free rein. She hadn't been on a date in over three years. It might be nice to spend a few hours with a sexy, exotic dancer. She moistened her lips. Maybe he'd even give her a lap dance. And just maybe --
    She gave an angry shake of her head. She did not have time to surrender to lust. Once she had completed the West Coast trip successfully, there might be time to get horny and laid. Even then, after a broken marriage and two bad relationships, she'd decided to embrace a second virginity until she met a man who was ready to make a firm commitment to her. If she could manage that, she was confident the incessant need she felt to be loved would be suppressed. Love hurt, but passion, fueled by commitment, would be something she could be content, if not happy with.
    Later that afternoon, while trying to work on the flight to L.A., Darbi found her thoughts wandering to the envelope she'd left on her desk. Left on her desk. She closed her eyes briefly. Left on her desk for anyone who had occasion to have to go into her office to find and read.
    Oh, well. Abandoning thoughts of fine-tuning her presentation, she turned off her laptop. Putting it in the overhead luggage rack, she sat back in her seat, closed her eyes, allowing her thoughts to turn back to the red envelope.
    She sighed. Jadan was probably right. She had been too long without sensual contact with a man. Her sexual toys notwithstanding, she did miss the feel and weight of a lover's body lying on and against hers. There was nothing quite like lying in bed on her stomach with her hands curled into fists as a big, hard, ebony cock plowed in and out of her pussy or her ass ... after she'd sucked it to get it