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Adrienne s head ached from trying to second-guess her tormentor s motives.
She needed to answer the door. Yes, if she could get her feet to move.
The doorbell chimed for the third time.
All right, Adrienne. Be logical. There s a peephole, right? You look through the
peephole and see who s there. If it s not someone you know, you don t open the door.
Reassured by the practicality of her own thoughts, Adrienne finally forced herself to
her feet and walked toward the door. She peered through the small mirrored hole. Shocked,
she involuntarily turned the knob.  What are you doing here?!
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Jake s hunky body was illuminated by the bright light in the corridor. He started to
smile, but it faded before it could reach full bloom.  What happened, Adrienne? Why are
you so pale?
Relief at seeing a familiar face brought a genuine, unfettered smile to her face. That it
was Jake caused her heart to beat in triple time.  Everything s fine, Jake. I was just surprised
to see you. What brings you out so late at night?
 I thought you d be up later than usual preparing for the presentation, so I brought you
some authentic local food -- With a sheepish grin, he held up a paper bag.  -- for your pre-
midnight snack.
 Really? Not even for one moment did she think to hide behind her usual tough
exterior. Her voice was high with curiosity.  What did you bring?
 Some puto and cassava cakes.
 Oooh! How did you know I love those steamed cakes -- puto, right? She knew she
sounded like a little girl being handed a most coveted prize, but she didn t care.  Do they
have those salted duck eggs on top?
He grinned.  Yes, and some others with cheese.
 Great! She grinned back.  This definitely earns you the right to enter my humble
domain. She stepped back and opened the door wide.  Come in.
Jake realized there was a lot he didn t know about her. Although he could read her
thoughts and emotions most of the time, the lady could put up mental shields worthy of any
full-powered empath, making him wonder if she had any powers of her own. Like right now,
he thought she looked like she d seen a ghost, but he couldn t sense anything from her. As he
stepped into her apartment, he hoped that it would provide clues to the real Adrienne.
Her home was warmly furnished and decorated. The walls were painted in cream tones
and the sleek-lined upholstered furniture set on the far side from the entrance was a rich
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burgundy. A large coffee table had been stationed in front of the couch, and a DVD
component system sat on a low cabinet against the opposite wall. Three racks crammed full
of CDs indicated a healthy interest in music. Jake itched to flip through them and discover
her tastes. He looked to his left, scanning the dining room, which contained a glass table and
six chairs. Two doors led off from the main hall, which he guessed were the bedrooms.
 Here, have a seat. Adrienne pulled out one of the dining room chairs.  I ll get my
things and we can polish up tomorrow s presentation.
She was a bit different tonight, warmer and less stiff. Was it because she was playing
hostess? Or was it the office environment that forced her to adopt a more business-like
attitude? Or maybe, she was finally ready to face her ... feelings for him?
He sat down absently on the chair, placing the bag of food on the table in front of him.
Ever since their first meeting when she d been introduced as one of the team leaders in
his division and he d shaken her hand, he d been sensing her lustful vibes. She hadn t been
the only one to feel an instant attraction. He had taken one look at her and fallen into lust
with her. Even her short bob looked sexy on her heart-shaped face. He would surreptitiously
watch her sway into his office for meetings and openly watch her sway out, his eyes drawn
to her small waist and the come-hither movement of her provocative hips, luring attention
to her deliciously soft tush.
Recently, he was receiving not only vibes, but seeing whole mental pictures of erotic
scenes of the two of them entwined in a passionate kiss, their naked bodies entangled in
ways that couldn t be mistaken for anything but what they were -- heated, sexual romps. As [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]