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that slammed into him when he thought about who and what he’d rather “screw”. It wouldn’t do to gloat. It wasn’t exactly an agreement, but he’d run with it anyway.
    “We’ll leave here after work. Six. Okay?”
    Sam couldn’t remember the last time he’d left the office at six, maybe never, but waiting until the end of the day was going to be torture as it was. He’d be damned if he’d wait any longer than he needed to. He knew he was pushing it, but if he knew anything at all, it was women, and he had her—right where he wanted her.
    “Ah… I have my car here and I need to do a few things first. Could I meet you somewhere?”
    He didn’t like it, but he’d pushed enough. He sighed. He was damn tired of resorting to fucking women because of their resemblance to his first foray into fine art. And if that wasn’t bad enough? Last night, with an experienced, beautiful woman in his bed, moaning and bucking under him, he’d realized with shock that he needed the stimulation of it to actually get off. And that was just fucking unacceptable. He just wanted to get this thing, whatever it was, out of his system and get on with his life.
    He tempered the surge of anticipation and refused to let himself consider the possibility she wouldn’t show. He’d offered, but dinner was the last thing he wanted. He wanted her with a force he couldn’t quantify and the thought of having to go through a “getting to know you” meal just so he could get her naked, had him almost growling with frustration. Man, who was he kidding? He just wanted to fuck her brains out all night long, pure and simple. He suddenly wanted her in his space, on his ground. He hoped like hell he knew what he was doing. He’d always sworn he’d never sleep with anyone who worked for him. With everything else he’d had to worry about, building the company with his blood and sweat from nothing, he’d never wanted the potential liability. Yet, here he was, ready to throw all that out the window. For her .
     
    Jillian’s heart was beating so fast she thought it might leap from her chest. Had she just agreed to have wild, no-strings sex? A one-night stand with her boss ? Tonight ? To say she’d let personal grooming slide some recently was probably an understatement. Waxing the bikini area, shaving your legs every single day, getting a pedicure, didn’t seem so critical when you and your vibrator were the only ones who got to see it.
    Sam unfolded his big body, stepped around to his desk and roughly scribbled something on a sheet of paper he all but shoved at her.
    “My place. Six thirty.”
    Arrogant prick . She almost told him to go to hell right then, but why should it matter? She knew what this was and her eyes were wide open. And God, the heat and dampness between her legs was becoming uncomfortable.
    Jillian glanced down at the dark, bold scrawl. His address. It was a nice neighborhood, more than nice, but it didn’t give her much time. She shook her head, already figuring out everything she needed to do before she got there. “Eight,” she countered, seriously wondering whether she’d chicken out or not.
    He hesitated a heartbeat before giving her a curt nod. He wasn’t happy.
    Well, tough .
    She’d never done anything like this before . Never . Was there an etiquette involved in these things? She wasn’t sure what would happen or how this would play out exactly, but the nervous anticipation in the meantime just might kill her. “ Wh - what should I wear?”
    His gaze centered on her. Hot, direct, carnal. “Doesn’t matter. You won’t have it on very long.”
    Okay, that probably gave her a pretty good idea.
    * * * * *
    Jillian took a deep, steadying breath. It didn’t help much. Actually, it didn’t help at all. Sam’s gaze was riveted on her with the same look she’d last seen from him and a few hours hadn’t lessened its impact.
    “Take off your panties.”
    Jillian swallowed. It was a demand, there was no question