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“You’re Eric,” she said in a flat, direct tone.

For a moment he was weightless. His limbs were wobbly and there was nothing to hold on to. “Yes.”

“Eric the Security Captain,” she said.

“Yes,” he answered again.

“I saw you the other night,” she stated and began to rise with the grace and fantasy of a mermaid emerging from the sea. A single finger looped in the handle to drag the cup with her. “You were in the parking garage when I went to my car. You’re always in the parking garage when I go to my car.” As she spoke in her low smoky tone, she neared Eric stealthily. A purely female glide.

“M-m-maybe,” Eric stammered wishing she were like other women, yet finding comfort in the fact that she was not.

“I did see you. You’re the one.” She stood in front of him. They were eye to eye. Her nose, straight, patrician, was two inches from his own. “You’ve watched me.” Her expression was blank, her eyes only pensive. “Why?”

“I haven’t,” Eric returned automatically.

“Of course not,” she conceded agreeably. Then she simply glanced downward. Eric followed her gaze. His erection was almost full-blown and straining towards her. The scent of her, an amazing combination of flowers, finesse, and sex, slipped into his nostrils and into his lungs. He was drowning.

Then, she dropped the coffee cup on the floor. She looked down at it. Long, black lashes slipped over hypnotic eyes.

She crouched in front of him and slipped her fingers through the cup handle. She didn’t rise immediately. No, she let her hot gaze whisper over the rise in the front of his pants. Eric’s pulse sped to a dangerous pace.

           Gayle pitched forward as she rose. Her cheek brushed his full erection as she stood. Her lashes hung low over her eyes as she stated, “Watch me tonight.”

 

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