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the government of Surisia compromised in any way.

He dressed quickly, all the while watching the lovely woman curl up in the small bed, pulling the pillow close as if she needed a substitute now that he was gone. He smiled softly as he bent down to kiss her goodbye. “I’ll be back,” he whispered, even though he knew she wouldn’t be able to hear him. She was exhausted since he’d barely let her sleep all night. It was nearly dawn and he’d pulled her into his arms over and over again throughout the night, needing to feel her tremble in his arms.

Even now, he was craving her touch, wanting to crawl right back into her bed and make love to her once again. His body hardened just at the idea of her long, slender legs wrapping around his waist, her heat pulling him into her depths. He groaned as he turned away from her, grabbing his tie and slipping it into his pocket. He had to get out of here before he disregarded all of his responsibilities.

Chapter 2

Wyndi rolled over, stretching sore muscles as her body tried to figure out why she felt like a boulder had repeatedly pounded her.

And then the night came back to her. A boulder? More like a rock. Or many rocks, she thought with red cheeks. She looked around, her eyes taking in the rumpled bed, all but one pillow on the floor and the intoxicating scent of Tamar filling the air. Along with those scents, all memories of the previous night came back to her, startling in their clarity and intensity. Had she really done all that with him? She buried her face in her pillow as she remembered all the things he’d demanded of her, all the things he’d shown her how to do. Oh, and how incredible all of it had felt. Not once had he allowed her inhibitions to slow him. He’d simply teased her until she was right there with him, abandoning all of her preconceived notions about sex and what happened between a man and a woman.

She glanced to the side of her bed and gasped, sitting upright. She was late! She glanced at her clock and groaned, springing out of bed. She showered faster than she ever had in her life, trying to wash off his scent but she finally accepted that it wasn’t on her skin but in her head. The man had really gotten to her last night. She pulled on her boring, white cotton underwear and bra, bracing because her nipples were even sore from all of the attention he’d paid to them last night. A clean pair of jeans and a pink tee shirt completed her outfit before she raced out of her apartment, arriving only thirty minutes late for her shift.

“I’m sorry!” she gushed to Jimmy, her boss. Billy was already in the kitchen, cooking up breakfast for the regulars while Linda waved to her, indicating that Wyndi could take over her tables once again. Wyndi gathered up all her tips and gave them to Linda, even while she helped with Linda’s tables as well, trying to make up for her tardiness earlier in the morning.

When the breakfast rush slowed down, Linda sidled up to Wyndi, a smile on her face as she nudged Wyndi with her shoulder. “So what had you blowing in here so late this morning?” she asked.

Wyndi blushed and pushed her hair back, sticking another pencil in the side to hold it back from her face. “I forgot to turn on my alarm last night,” she replied. It wasn’t a lie. She had forgotten. She’d forgotten to eat, to sleep, to turn on her alarm and everything else. And even this morning, she hadn’t had time to check the results of her latest searches, which was an astonishing realization. Nothing had ever interfered with her mission until Tamar and his touch last night.

She’d been trying to find her brother for six months. It had taken her this long just to finish the software program that would let her sneak into various company databases to find her brother’s name. So far, she’d come up with ten different Royston Charmichaels, but no luck in finding her actual brother. She’d thought that it would be a simple matter, but she hadn’t anticipated other parents thinking that the name “Royston” was a good one. Of course, her program only allowed her to search a few company databases each night, so it was a