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ll let you have the extra hour and forty-five minutes ‘ cause I ’ m such a nice kid . ”
    Looking at her like that, with those steel blue eyes and sexy gri n, he looked like anything but a kid. She mentally shook herself. What was she thinking? Was she so desp erate that she forgot how much older she was than he? “ I said I was sorry about that , quit rubbing it in. ”
    “ But it ’ s so fun to watch you squirm. ” He winked. “ Catch ya in a couple of hours. ”
    Sophie wandered through various stores, picking up a few gifts her e and there for friends and co-workers. Since she had hardly anyone to buy for, she was done in less than an hour. The realization depressed her.
    Passing by an electronics store, she noticed a sale on laptop computers: Buy one get another for half-price. S he went inside to check it out. Twenty minutes later, she was the proud owner of two new laptops. They were so cute and tiny, only twelve inches. One for her and one for Brody. Why not splurge on something practical like this? Besides, she owed him for bui lding her a desktop computer . And hell, i t wasn ’ t like she had anyone else to spend her Christmas bonus on.
    The purchase was also a personal indulgence for her. S he couldn ’ t get the late-night scenario she ’ d been a willing participant of out her mind . She wanted to get back to the online dating site as soon as possible and setting up the little laptop on the bed would be a lot easier to maneuver during hot chats. She swiveled her hips, loosening the muscles in her back which were still sore from masturbatin g in that hardback chair.
    She blushed at the thought.
    Oh well. Last night had definitely been worth a little stiffness.
    Wispy lace in the window of a lingerie shop caught her attention. Feeling more than a little naughty, she went inside to splurge on some items she ’ d always shied away from. It was amazing what a little sex play could do for a girl ’ s self-confidence. Her hand glided across the whisper-thin material of a see-through negligee hanging from a mannequin. Blood rushed to her cheeks. She could nev er wear something that revealing. Well, not around a man anyway. But alone in her apartment, in front of the computer, it was strangely inviting.
    Feeling brave, she chose not just one sexy outfit, but two. One was a white baby doll gown with a matching pei gnoir, and the other a black teddy with a barely-there front. These, she justified with a secret smile, would be her Christmas presents to herself.
    Done shopping, Sophie walked back to the entrance and grabbed an empty table at the nearby coffeehouse. Sett ing her bags on the ground beside her, she ordered an iced mocha and sipped it as she waited for Brody.
    He was earlier than she expected.
    “ Hey, ” she greeted as he took a seat across from her.
    “ Hey, yourself. ” He pointed to the large green and red bag besid e her. “ Buy anything good? ”
    She wrapped her ankle around the bag and grinned around her straw. “ Maybe. ”
    “ A h, so we ’ re b eing mysterious, are we ? ”
    “ We are . ”
    He nodded toward the parking lot. “ I already put my stuff in the truck. ”
    “ Cheater. ” She stood and thr ew away her half-empty cup. “ I had to lug th ese big ol ’ bag s all over the mall. ”
    He reached out to help her. “ You were the one who insisted I drive, so technically, it can ’ t be my fault. You can ’ t go blaming the chauffeur. ”
    Sophie handed him a couple of th e smaller bags but held onto the larg e bag with the two laptops and the lingerie tucked inside.
    “ What gives? ” he asked, grabbing the nearly weightless bags in one hand and holding his other hand out , palm- side up. “ Gimme the big bag, Soph . ”
    She shook her h ead. “ Oh, no can do. Might be something in here for you. ”
    “ You ’ re so stubborn, ” he mumbled. “ Wait here. I ’ ll bring the truck around. ”
    The drive home was pleasant. There was hardly any traffic on the