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like some stupid idiot fawning
over him, she gathered her resolve and returned to meeting and greeting other
individuals attending the convention. After all, he wasn’t the only other
person there. But you would have thought he was with the way her eyes kept
locating him in the convention center, even though she tried to keep her mind
on her work.
    One thing Temair noticed throughout the rest of the
afternoon was that occasionally his subtle glances graced her legs. He averted
his gaze each time she caught him looking. Was she imaging the sensation of his
desire from across the crowded room?
    Nah. She shook her head. It had to be her imagination. What
would a gorgeous younger man want with a middle-aged, Rubenesque woman? Then
again, she smiled to herself, there was so much more she had to offer than a
stick-figured woman with a flat chest. Temair fingered her pearls and glanced
down at her endowment. Yep, being of ample bosom was a plus. She smiled then
turned to answer a question of a curious patron.

Chapter Two
     
    By the time the first day came to a close, Temair was
exhausted. It was late and her legs ached with every step. Who knew wearing
spiked heels all day gave the legs such a workout? Out of habit, Temair checked
the gate that had been slid down over the outside of her shop to make sure it
was secure. She walked to the door that led to the stairwell to her apartment
above the shop and unlocked it. She stopped inside the entranceway and locked
the door behind her. After slipping off her shoes, she carried them and the
lockbox of jewelry from her display up the flight of stairs to her one-bedroom
home.
    Total fatigue set in once she made it through the apartment
door and locked it behind her. All she wanted was a shower and bed. She set the
lockbox on the kitchen counter, walked across the living area and into her
bedroom, tossing her shoes into the open closet. The only thing she didn’t like
about her small apartment was the location of the bathroom. Anyone who visited
had to walk through her bedroom to reach it. But this place was hers and hers
alone. And best of all, it was above her shop, making it convenient and
efficient for work.
    This being her first event at the Javits Center, she had no
idea the place was so huge. Hundreds of people attended the event, from the
curious onlooker to the serious buyer checking out the latest designs that
might possibly fit the lines of their companies. She had several nibbles from
two of the smaller chains, and one in-depth conversation with a buyer from a
new franchise, but nothing lucrative.
    With the amount of people at the convention, the
air-conditioning became overtaxed, and the sheer size of the building made it
fail at maintaining a level of comfort. In hindsight, she decided leather
wasn’t the wisest of selections to wear. Both thighs maintained a minute level
of perspiration throughout the latter part of the day. The leather seemed stuck
to her skin, causing her to have to peel the skirt from her body.
    Inch by slow inch, she tugged it down her hips. Temair
wiggled and pushed until she managed to free her flesh from the tight garment.
The whoosh of the skirt as it slithered down her legs seemed unusually loud. A
distinctive scent of warm leather mixed with her own faint feminine smell
tickled her nose. An image of black leather pants on a certain Evan Lyndsay
flashed in her head. Would he wear them? Was he the type?
    She entertained the idea as she unzipped the side of her
blouse and shimmied out of it. What would it be like to unzip him in a slow,
seductive manner? An uncontrollable smile tugged at her lips as she continued
to fantasize. Would he like having her on her knees before him, undressing him,
peeling tight leather from his hips, down his legs, and setting his cock free?
Would the scent of leather cling to his skin as it did hers?
    What teased her senses the most—would she taste it on his
skin?
    A tentative tongue brushed across her lips as if she