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    Stiles turned to leave next, but not before Trenton noted the smile playing at the corners of his brother’s mouth. He was positive Stiles had seen him a breath away from kissing Jolie. There was no telling what fanciful sentiments his brother had going through his mind.
    But Trenton wasn’t going to ask. This situation was between him and Jolie and they were two adults who had agreed to a night of mutual lust fulfillment, nothing else, just as he’d told her. One night. He’d get his fill and walk away just as easily as he did with all the other women who had come before her and would come after.
     

Chapter 2
    “I have to have lost my damn mind.” Jolie stared down at the card in her hand. Trenton’s business card. “Ring me up,” he’d said as he got up from the chair across from her desk as she finished the contract with his brother.
    What had possessed her to even consider giving into the arrogant man? It had to be his British accent. She’d always been a sucker for a man with European inflections in his voice—too much late-night BBC television when she was in college. Flicking her nail along the edge of the card, she debated whether or not to go through with it. Her body screamed yes.
    It had been a while since she’d had sex. Two years to be exact. Her uncle Johnny, her grandmother’s brother, had owned this property and when he passed away he’d willed it to her. He’d always told her she was his favorite niece, but she always thought he told her and her siblings the same thing. Evidently not, he gave her his business and a substantially amount of money to transform it to something she wanted. Ranyer and Meriwether Property Firm still owned the land, but the business and homes were hers. As long as it continued to turn a profit, there would be no reason for them to claim the property back.
    All of her time she’d put into the business, first redesigning it then promoting and running it over the last year. She deserved a little fun. Pleasure. That’s exactly what Trenton’s body promised. He wasn’t only tall, but had broad shoulders a woman could curl up against or hold on to. She hadn’t missed the hard, sculpted muscles of his chest. She’d pressed her hands against a warm concrete wall. The urge to slide her hands down and feel if his abs were just a taut had caused a shiver to race through her core. Her heels had allowed her to stare into dark hazel eyes that were a sea green with a brown ring around the outer edge.
    Thick, manly brows the same ebony as his hair that was tapered in the back but longer in the front. Not that he allowed it to fall forward, some kind of hair product kept it slicked back and made it look wet as if he’d just climbed out of the shower. Hmm, she moaned at the thought of seeing him naked and wet.
    Using the small card to fan herself, she squirmed in her seat. Since he’d come into her house and met her gaze, making her feel as if the wind had been knocked from her lungs she’d been feeling overheated. She’d chided herself on the decision to wear a sweater dress and tights. She’d been thankful when they left the house and walked out in the cool February air. There was no wind out today so the North Carolina air was crisp, chilly but not cold. However, she wouldn’t have minded a few snowflakes deciding to fall from the sky and dropping down the collar of her dress.
    That was the reason why she’d agreed to this one night of lovin’. She had to prove to herself that it was just lust. Nothing more. Even though no other man had turned her inside out just by looking at her. Trenton Rayner did.
    Her heart reminded her that she was a romantic. A believer of soul mates and midnight moonlight walks holding hands with the man she loved. She wanted all the things she’d sung about as a child. “Jolie and some man sitting in a tree k-i-s-s-i-n-g”, love marriage and the baby carriage. But Trenton Rayner was not that guy, so why risk it, her heart