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refused to feel shame at her own pleasure.

“Funny, seemed like you liked it to me,” she found herself able to tease.

“Hell yes I liked it,” he replied, wearing the look of men all over the world who just didn’t understand women’s minds. “Are you crazy? What guy wouldn’t like it?”

She shrugged, enjoying her newfound confidence along with her evidently much-appreciated blow job technique. “So then what’s the problem?”

“No problem. Except for the fact that my employees are going to start showing up in ten minutes. And I doubt any of them were planning on seeing their boss naked tonight.”

“How many women work for you?” Emma asked, her voice all innocence.

“Three. Why?”

“I’ll bet they wouldn’t mind getting an eyeful,” she said, hardly able to believe the flirty words were coming out of her mouth.

Seemingly against his better judgment, Jason threw his head back and laughed. Emma slipped her feet into her shoes and enjoyed Jason’s laughter. Unfortunately, her pleasure didn’t last long.

Evidently just because she’d given Jason a blow job in broad daylight didn’t mean she could completely outrun who she was at her core.

Because she was already worrying about her next step. Mostly because she didn’t have one. And after a lifetime of minute by minute planning she was far out of her element.

As if he could read her mind, he said, “What are your plans for the rest of the day?”

She bit her lip, finally admitting, “Actually, I don’t have any. This was a spur-of-the-moment trip.”

“Wow.” He whistled. “Now I know something is up. You don’t need to take your medication or anything do you?”

Emma was standing close enough to Jason to smack him with her purse. “I’m not on any medication, thanks,” she said, forcing herself to turn his comment into a joke, rather than something more hurtful than that.

He held his hands up. “Can’t blame a guy for checking. I don’t know what’s gone on during the past ten years. You could be having a breakdown for all I know.”

She shook her head and a gave him a look that saidDon’t be crazy, but all the while she was thinking,Is it that obvious? Clearly, she needed to work at losing it more smoothly.

The thing was, if having a mental breakdown was synonymous with climaxing in Jason’s arms once a day, she was all for it.

And then he said the most unexpected, wonderful thing. “I’ve got to get to work, but if you’ve got some time off and need a place to stay, you can hang with me for a few days.”

Emma couldn’t hide her surprise and delight at his offer, even if his mood seemed to be growing progressively colder with every passing sentence. Still, her extremely polite upbringing made her say,

“Are you certain I won’t be in your way?” even though she knew it was stupid to give him an out.

“Sure,” he said, almost as if he didn’t care either way, whether she stayed or whether she went back to Palo Alto.

“Great,” she said, just as nonchalantly, even though her heart was racing at the thought of finally getting to see Jason’s house. His private world.

His bedroom.

“1040 Second Street. White house. Black trim. Oversized Akita in the backyard. Door’s unlocked.”

He was pulling up the blinds as he spoke and Emma smoothed her hands over her skirt and top to make sure everything was where it should be. “I really don’t need a key?”

“People are pretty honest out here in the country,” was his reply and it seemed to Emma that he put extra emphasis on the word “honest.” But the expression on his face didn’t hint at hidden meanings, didn’t give away anything beyond wanting to get back to work, so she tried to hurry up and gather her things while taking his words at face value.

“I’ll be back around oneA .M. And hey, if you wouldn’t mind taking Marvin for a walk, that’d be great,”

he added as if she was nothing more than his new dog walker, rather than an old flame that he’d just pounded into sensual oblivion in the middle of his restaurant.

Emma stood in the middle of the restaurant and watched Jason disappear behind the swinging kitchen door. Forcing away her incredibly negative thoughts—after all, what did she possibly have to feel bad about given Jason’s spectacular loving and his wonderful invitation to stay with him?—she still could hardly believe she’d actually come here. Actually left her suffocating life behind on a whim and knocked on Jason’s door.

Had she really been the