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then I convince myself that I shouldn’t be feeling guilty, should I?  I haven’t done anything wrong.  I’ve haven’t acted on my thoughts – not fully.  I’ve just let my lust for him cloud my brain.  Fantasies are fantasies because they’re not real; otherwise they’d be called reality.  And there’s no harm in fantasizing about someone . . . right?  Yes, we’ve kissed a couple of times, but we haven’t taken it further, and we haven’t really kissed since that first night, so I shouldn’t feel so bad.  It could be worse.  We could have slept together.
    Taking a deep breath, I pick up the handset on my office phone and dial, Leslee.  She’s the head of the organizing committee that I quickly put together using volunteers from the community.
    “Hi, Leslee, it’s Jenna Mason speaking.  How are you?”
    “Hi, Jenna.  I’m good, thanks. I was just looking online for a few things for the ball, actually.”
    “It’s coming along spectacularly, isn’t it?” I smile.
    “It sure is.  What can I help you with?”
    “We’re going to need some man power to help carry in the tables and chairs we’ve rented.  Would you know where we can find some beefy guys who might be interested in helping out for an hour or two on Friday night?”
    “Sure do,” she answers immediately, surprising me.
    “Oh! That’s great.  Who are they?  Do you have a phone number for them?”
    She rattles off a phone number and I quickly jot it down.  “It’s the Mayhem boys.  Roam told me last week that they’re happy to help with anything.  I’m sure this won’t be a problem.  Just give him a call.”
    “Okay.  Thanks, Leslee.  I’ll speak to you soon.”
    We hang up and I stare down at the piece of paper on my desk. 
    Well, at least it’s not Switch’s number.
    Before I can talk myself out of it, I pick up the phone and dial.
    “Yo,” a deep male voice answers.
    “Good afternoon, it’s Jenna Mason speaking from Joe’s Bar.”
    “Hey, Jenna,” he greets, sounding like he has a smile on his face.
    “I hope you don’t mind me calling out of the blue like this,” I start, but he quickly cuts me off.
    “Don’t mind. What can I do for you?”
    “ Leslee Johannson passed your number on to me and she said you and your boys may be able to help us with some heavy lifting as we set up for the ball.”
    “No problem.  When?”
    “Uh, well, tomorrow afternoon.  I’m so sorry for the late notice,” I wince.
    “We can be there.  About three pm?”
    “That would be fantastic.  Thank you, so much.  I really do appreciate it.”
    We end the call and I let out a breath I didn’t even know I was holding.  Thankfully the boys can help out, otherwise I wasn’t sure what we’d do.  The tables are really heavy and I think we’d need five or six girls to carry each one.  It would have taken forever.   At least with the men helping, two of them would only be needed to carry each table.
    “Knock, knock.”  Someone taps on my closed office door, accompanying their knock with the words.
    “Come in,” I call politely.
    The door opens and my heart stutters.  I quickly school my features and silently plead with heart to regain it’s regular beat, instead of the thumping rhythm that is currently slamming into my ribs.
    “Good afternoon, Switch.”  My voice is even, thankfully.
    His lip twitches and his gaze roams slowly over my body, causing my blood to heat even though he’s across the room from me. 
    “Jenna,” he rasps.  “Are you busy?”
    I shake my head, despite knowing I should probably have said I was tremendously busy.
    “Mind if I come in?”
    “No, please, do.  Take a seat.”
    “You called Roam?” He asks, still standing just inside the door.
    “Ah, yes, I did.”
    “From now on, you need anything, you call me,” he states, cocking his eyebrow challengingly.
    “Pardon?”
    “Anything at all.  You call me. Understand?”  He walks forwards, shoves his hand in his