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 I love you too, she cried, pushing back against him. Her hand ripped his from her
breasts and pushed his fingers to her clit. He rubbed her hard, inexpertly but she didn t
care now. They were both ragged, close, needy.
 Fuck, he yelled.  Yeah.
He pressed her to the limit. Her mouth opened, she couldn t control her breathing
or even move. His fingers plucked her clit as if it was a grape on a vine. She felt her
body go up in flames as Sam s body spasmed.
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When his orgasm hit, he lost his balance. Distracted, Claudia took his weight for a
few moments, then collapsed against the bed. Her clit twitched, her inner walls
spasmed but it wasn t good enough.
She was still a bad girl and she was still searching for her O.
* * * * *
They were a little awkward with each other for the rest of the weekend, almost as if
their games had gone too far, tame as they were. It was becoming more and more
obvious they had problems. For one thing, Claudia had no idea what Sam was thinking.
On Monday, she found herself with an excuse to call Dylan. Her boss had
mentioned his wife wanted to redo and update their guesthouse. He muttered that she
wanted to knock out walls to create a more spacious feeling. Claudia told him about his
administrative assistant s brother Dylan and her boss said to set up an appointment if
he did guesthouses.
The shoot was winding down, so she decided to spend the afternoon at the office
catching up. Her script edits were done on this movie but her boss wanted to get going
on a soft porn project he d received a script for from a cousin who d just graduated
from some Ivy League college.
At her desk in her half-walled cubicle next to Holly s cubicle, she looked at Dylan s
business card, unable to determine what kind of architecture he specialized in. She did
her best to check him out on the internet but that didn t tell her much either. It appeared
that his work had been featured in an upscale home magazine in Arizona but the web
page had been deleted so she couldn t find out any more.
She sighed. It was so déclassé to ask a man s sister about him but it was that or
actually call him.
 Holly? You there? she called.
 Of course. I m always here.
Claudia looked up and saw Holly s red curls pop over the cubicle wall.
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 What s up?
Claudia showed her Dylan s card.  Think your brother would want to work on the
boss guesthouse? Does he do that kind of work?
 The boss man must be betting the vampire movie is going to make some bucks.
 He just got the word today that it had been accepted into a film festival, so he must
think he s going to find a distributor there.
 That s great. Maybe we ll get a Christmas bonus this year. Holly glanced down
for a moment.  I need new shoes.
 So buy a pair, Claudia said.  You aren t that broke.
 Nice shoes, Holly said.  I have my eye on a pair of six-hundred-dollar red
stilettos.
 Oh, that kind of need.
 Exactly. Holly grinned.  Anyway, back to my brother. I don t see why not. Do
you want me to call him?
 The boss told me to set up an appointment. So I ll do it. Claudia s pulse jumped
as she said the words. Was this forbidden territory or just another business call?
Holly shrugged.  No problem. He s in town.
 Great. Thanks. Now what? As Holly plopped into her ergonomic chair, Claudia
realized she couldn t call the guy when she was sitting next to his sister. What if he
flirted? Who was she kidding, of course he would flirt. The question was, would she
flirt back?
 I m going for coffee. Want anything? Claudia called.
 No thanks.
Claudia grabbed her wallet and left the office. Her production company wasn t
swanky enough to have an office on a studio lot but they were in an office building only
half a block from a nice coffee shop. When she was outside, she pulled out her cell
phone and Dylan s business card and called.
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She wound her way through two assistants before she reached him.
 Hello, Claudia, Dylan said, his voice holding a hint of amusement.  I was
wondering if you d call.
 I ve been thinking about you, Claudia blurted, then stopped, twisting his card in
her fingers. She forced herself to stop, in case her boss wanted the card for his Rolodex.
He was old-fashioned that way.
 You have?
 Yes. Professionally, I mean.
 Why? You planning to fix me up with a job?
 Better than a blind date, right? Claudia said.
His voice lost its amusement.  You re not one of those partner-happy women who
wants every man to be in a committed relationship, are you?
Clearly, Dylan was not one of those commitment-happy guys. He fitted right into
the Los Angeles scene.  No. It s just that my boss decided to renovate his guesthouse.
There s wall moving and a new kitchen involved so I thought of you. I mean, you re an
architect.
 Right.
 Holly said you took jobs like that.
 True.
 Would you like to meet with me? I can get pictures of the guesthouse first.
 That won t tell me much but I ll meet you for a drink.
 At the Mexican restaurant again? It s close to work.
 Sure. About six tonight?
 Sounds good. Thanks. Claudia disconnected, then rushed back to the office. She
would have to call her boss, then rush over to take the pictures before the meeting.
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She stopped dead in the street, her hand outstretched to the front door of her office
building. This was an awful lot of work to do in order to meet one sexy guy for a drink.
If she wanted this so badly why didn t she just call him for herself?
Loyalty, she supposed. Loyalty to Sam, even if things weren t perfect. But she
wouldn t be the first woman to set up the next relationship while still in the first one, as
a backup if nothing else.
Within an hour, she had a key to the guesthouse and was on her way there to take
photos for her meeting with Dylan. After she passed through a security gate at her boss
palatial home, she drove onto the circular driveway in front of the stucco guesthouse.
Complete with red tile roof, it matched the main house, which had been in her boss
wife s family for decades, Claudia recalled. The style was called Spanish Colonial
Revival and had been popular in the 1920s in the Los Angeles area.
Her key turned easily into the ornate lock on the door. When she walked in, the air
was chilled and quiet but she saw mail on a chunky wood desk by the front door and
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