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to meet her customer. She strived for attentive professionalism even though her gaze flew to the entrance of her office every passing second. Waiting for Sebastian to emerge, though secretly wishing she had done nothing but masturbate in her office, by herself, while using Sebastian as fantasy fodder to reach climax.
    Not.
    The searing look he gave her while she showed off a Ming vase to a potential buyer stripped her bare. She shifted under the load of his gaze. Vibrations in the pit of her stomach intensified and streamed down between her legs, reminding her how sensitized her body was to him. She swallowed and turned away as he strode toward her.
    Her knuckles whitened as she held on to the Ming vase for dear life. Panicky sensations overwhelmed her. How could she face him in broad daylight without the guise of the spell? How could she breathe normally? She smiled nervously at the gaping customer, blatantly sizing Sebastian up with her eyes and flicking her hair back to get his attention.
    He invaded her space, her senses soaked up his presence without shame. The customer disappeared from her visual field. His fingers brushed her hip as he slipped a scrap of paper into her pocket.
    “Call me.” His lips caressed her ear. The command tickled every nerve in her body even well after he had strode out of her shop. She needed to think, to decide, to act, but her intention to close up her business wilted as customer after customer strolled in. At the end of business, she was grateful she hadn’t crumbled into a stupor and thankful she managed to pass the day putting more distance between her escapade with Sebastian and herself.
    She stuffed her handbag under her arm then remembered the slip of paper in her skirt’s pocket. Sebastian’s neat handwriting supplied the cell number she was to use to call him. She thought never. Their paths would never cross now. Not if she had anything to say about it.
    She meant to chuck it in her bin, but habit demanded she leave no trace of trash overnight in her office. She shoved the small square sheet into the side of her handbag instead, whisked her briefcase off the floor and used the back door to exit her shop.
    In the sanctity of her car, she leaned into the headrest of the driver’s seat. Her eyelids drooped closed. Images of what she had done to Sebastian flashed through her mind. She whipped her eyes open instantly. Her aunts had no idea what was coming their way. They might have screened their calls and strategically avoided all contact with her but they couldn’t stay hidden forever. And after a thorough chastening, she’d stoop as low as to ask about a memory spell. One that would erase the whole sorry incident from both her and Sebastian’s life for good. Excellent. All would be well again.
    She pulled away from the parking spot as dusk flirted with the sky. Late-afternoon traffic relaxed. Everything around her seemed slow and placid. Even her giant headache petered out somewhat. That’s when it happened again. The niggling, piercing sensation in the pit of her stomach. The sudden half-shivers. All the subtle symptoms she wrote off the first time it happened in her store. Now she knew enough to know what they’d result in if left to their own device.
    Please, not again.
    She had about a ten- to twenty-minute window before everything flew out of it. Her drive home was thirty minutes. She’d never make it. She scanned the road for any witnesses before she parted her legs and slipped her fingers into the waistband of both her skirt and panties. She shuddered as her palm skimmed her clit but the two, even three digits inside her did nothing to quell the advance of the sex storm. She needed something harder, thicker.
    Another stark and brutal bolt of lust sizzled through her body. The strike worsened, its intensity scarier this time. She stopped touching herself since it helped nothing. What she needed was an intermediate diversion. First she had to pull over. She was dangerous