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getting really hard to find a date worth a damn
in this town! I’ve been thinking of trying one of those online sites.”
    Tegan pretended to listen to his ongoing
chatter. She breathed in deeply, closed her eyes, imagining herself in a rose
garden somewhere warm and sunny, near an azure sea. Monte Carlo , maybe, or Bermuda ; anywhere but where she was.
    Kerry left early to attend a friend’s
wedding in West Hollywood, leaving her in charge of the shop. She dutifully
went over the next day’s deliveries and orders. Then her mind wandered; she
began thinking it was about time she shelled out some dough for a car. How
she’d managed to survive six months without one in LA was a miracle but her
last one had petered out on the PCH in the middle of a stormy summer night,
stranding her in Malibu without a way home. She’d finally
curled up in a cove near the beach to ride it out, and almost got stabbed by a
homeless guy who’d claimed the place for his own. Such was life in sweet old Southern California .
    Around seven she began to stare at
Fleet’s building, out of habit; waiting for him to exit and hop into the
Jaguar. It was there, had been since she got to work, but she couldn’t bring
herself to boldly march over there and ask to see him. If he’d crossed her off
as a mistake, she wasn’t about to make things worse by embarrassing herself in
front of his employees.
    Seven passed; Tegan shrugged, started to close up for the night. It was near dark. Maybe she should
pack up her few things and buy a ticket to paradise – just to give herself a
present. That’s something she’d never done.
    When she moved to lock the doors she
thought she saw a silhouette of a man under the streetlight but when she looked
again, it was gone. There was a full moon rising above the tall buildings. It
cast an icy glaze over the sidewalks, illuminating specks of glass in the
concrete. The result was magical; Tegan stood still
for a moment, caught in the glow.
    Then she saw him; he moved like a
panther in the black shadows on the street. It was Fleet, no mistaking that.
She unlocked the doors, stood to face him, hoping he’d come to apologize.
    But as soon as their eyes caught each
other he was upon her. His hands ripped the red dress to shreds as he scooted
her back into the shop.
    “Wait, what are you doing?”
    His mouth smothered her words, his
kisses rough and grasping and hotter than fire. He sucked at her lips as his
hands kneaded her flesh; his heated breath sent chills through her, made her
blood pound in her ears. He was desperate for her, and couldn’t seem to think
beyond that need. She readily gave herself up to him, her skin hungry for his
touch. As before, it was electric, like lightning falling upon them. He laid
her down on the floor; strew rose petals all about her, pricking his fingers on
the thorns. He spied a pair of garden scissors on a shelf, took them and knelt
above her. She gasped, fearing what he was about to do. He yanked up her
tattered dress, sliced the seam of her panties. Then he lunged for her, began
to kiss her thighs, darting his tongue in and out until she screamed for mercy.
But he would not give it. He rose up, held her face over him, letting her take
him forcibly into her mouth and gnaw at him with a raging passion. They were
lost in a blind, uncontrollable fit of desire, neither wanting words or
thoughts to get in the way of the feelings, the raw, primitive force of emotion
that was consuming them both.
    Once he was on the edge of exploding
he pulled her off him and laid her back down then he slammed into her like a
hammer. She howled at the moon as her orgasms sent her spiraling into the sky.
He stopped for a moment just to savor the sound of her voice.
    “Don’t stop! Not now! Please!”
    He began again, more determined than
before. The shop became a blur; nothing existed anymore. They were one with
each other, two sides of the same flesh, the emotions melded as tightly as the
bodies. Fleet let