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.Since Matthew. Sweetie, Matthew s name shouldn t even cross your lips. Maybe I m not as good at holding grudges as you are, Chaddie. I touched the curling stem of one ofthe bamboo shoots. It s not like I m still holding a torch for Matthew.He s not the reason why I haven tseen anyone. Chad s snort told me he didn t quite believe me, but he didn t argue. This Dan man, he s good to you? I chewed my lip before answering. He is.Yes.So far, at least. And you like him. Yes.I like him. Good for you, sweetie. Chad sounded so sincere I didn t have the heart to tell him I had my doubts Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlabout Dan s place in my life. Good for you. It s not that serious, I cautioned. We re just seeing each other.It s not even exclusive. Are you seeing anyone else? He always knew just how to poke me, one of the advantages anddisadvantages to having siblings. No, I had to admit. Is he? I don t know. And you re using condoms, I assume? Chad, you don t need to lecture me on safe sex.But yes. I shook my head at his taking over the roleof lecturer. Why don t you know if he s seeing someone else or not? Because I haven t asked. The questions annoyed me, not only because they were nosy and prying, butbecause I had thought about asking them and simply never had. I don t really care to know. How can you not care to know? He sounded indignant on my behalf, and I loved him for it even as itannoyed me further. He could be out banging half the city! He could be! What difference does it make! He s not my boyfriend! I m not his girlfriend, Chad.We rejust seeing each other on occasion, and we sleep together when the mood strikes us.It s a veryconvenient arrangement.That s it. That s not just it, Elle, my brother said. Not four months worth of convenience.I know you betterthan that. You don t know everything, I told him, the childish answer flying from my lips before I could stop it. It just works out, that s all. He greeted that answer with a small sigh. Okay.But remember, Elle, even Princess Pennywhistleeventually found her prince. I held the phone from my ear to glare into it, a gesture useless but satisfying. Princess Pennywhistle is amade-up character.She s not real.She s fiction.And bad fiction, at that. Hey! Princess Pennywhistle is great! I can t believe you d say that about her! I couldn t tell if he was joking or not. Princess Pennywhistle was a know-it-all. At least she knew how to admit when it was time to stop fighting dragons and start saving princes, Chad said, and I hung up on him. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlWhat Chad had said was enough to set the wheels turning.I d been denying my feelings for Dan,convincing myself it was sex and nothing more.Something casual.No attachments.But I no longer couldpretend that it wasn t becoming more than that.Dan s office building was nice.Big.Lots of windows overlooking the street, and plants that lookedhealthy.A secretary who kept her hair silver and her glasses on a chain around her neck.His office, likemine, had a door and, like mine, a nicely engraved nameplate on it. Mr.Stewart said for you to go right in. The secretary smiled at me, no evidence in her eyes that sheknew I wasn t there for a meeting.She gestured toward the door, closed, and I put my hand to the coolmetal knob.I counted.Fast, so fast nobody would know what I was doing, should they be watching me.I can dothat now, not like in childhood when I had to count out loud, and slowly, and always gave myself away.Icounted, multiplying the number of letters in his name with the number in mine and dividing it by two.Nosignificance in the results, but the act of doing the calculation calmed me enough so when I turned theknob and opened the door, I could enter the room with a smile that didn t feel as though it screamed faker. He was on the phone when I entered.He held up one finger to indicate he d be done in a minute, and Iamused myself by looking around his office.He had framed diplomas on his wall.Good schools.He hadsome framed photos, a smiling Dan with people I didn t recognize.Family, some of them, I could tell bythe resemblances.Others looked more like standard meet-and-greet publicity shots, two men shakinghands, their grins broad and somewhat fake, while in the background people mingled on a golf course orin a hotel ballroom.He had a nice, broad desk.Flat.His computer squatted on a smaller desk behind him, so he could twisthis chair to work on it while leaving his other desk free for paperwork.He had a little bit of work on hisdesk, nothing like the usual stacks of papers and folders and files found on mine.This peek into hispersonality amused me.The way he arranged the cup holding his pens, the cube of notepaper, the smallcontainer of paper clips, the stapler.The desk calendar, unblemished with doodles, but the blocks forevery day filled with neat printing.I set my purse down on his desk and came around behind him to look over his shoulder at some of thethings he d written.To my surprise, I saw my own name there.More than once.No notation as to whatit meant, just the letters written in dark ink.That he d noted the days he d seen me made me look at him, but his concentration still focused on hiscall.What did this mean, my name marked with importance apparently equal to such events as meetingwith John and Second Quarter reports due? I checked today s date and found my name at the bottomof the block.He d written it in a different color ink, perhaps only after I d called.He d been keeping track.I had not.I wondered if I should feel guilty, that what we were doing meantmore to him and less to me.Maybe he marked down the names of every woman he saw and thatreminded me that I didn t know if he was seeing other women.I checked quickly, but though he had,indeed, marked down some feminine names, all were incorporated with other things.None of them stoodalone, like mine did, a name without explanation or with meaning discernable only to him. Sorry about that. He hung up the phone and reached for my wrist, tugging me down onto his lapbefore I had the chance to pull away.His chair swiveled.I had to grab his shoulder to steady myself. You re a little early. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlI was not early, I was exactly on time, but I didn t argue. Your secretary sent me in. She s under strict orders to send all gorgeous women in to see me right away.No waiting. His tonewas teasing as he tilted his head back to look up at me.His hand fell naturally to my hip, fingers warmthrough the thin linen of my skirt. Oh, really. I frowned, also teasing. And you get a lot of gorgeous women coming to see you? Not today, he said. Today I have only one. Well. I pretended to try and get up from his lap. I d better get out of the way so you can see her,then. He laughed, squeezing me gently. Are you hungry? I thought we might hit the Sandwich Man.Grabsomething and take it to the River Walk? It s a nice day.How much time do you have? As much as I want.One of the perks of being VP, I told him. I get to take long lunch breaks. He made an impressed face. Ah, well, what do you know, I happen to have nothing scheduled for thisafternoon, which means I can take as long as I want, too. We smiled at each other, and I saw the desire in his eyes at the same moment I felt it flare in mine.Hisgaze shot to the door. It s not locked. Are you expecting anyone to come in? No. His hand slid between my knees, then up higher.When he found the bare skin of my thighs above mystockings, he gave a little groan. You re killing me, Elle.You know that? Killing me
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