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what she could see. Good. Very good, indeed. However, that didn't have to mean anything. He worked with his hands, and most likely he had taken it off not to get stuck in any machinery or flatten it with a hammer.
                  ' Because look at him. Why wouldn't he be married?' She thought. Tall, muscular, ruggedly masculine. A man's man, with a sexy as hell, well kept stubble over his face, and dirty blonde hair pulled into the tiniest ponytail at the back of his neck. What woman in the world could ever have said no to him in the past? Way out of her league. If he was married, that woman was a lucky, lucky lady for sure.
                  She remembered the butterflies bursting out into a rumba dance inside her stomach as his mouth had turned into a fantastic smile before she dropped his gaze. Almost making her take-off from the ground. She could have soared in the air all the way to work that day and hid among the bookshelves inside the library, daydreaming about the gorgeous man covered in a two-day stubble and a smile licensed to kill.
     
                  She was so desperately in love him. Her tall, blonde, looking great in a suit, looking wonderful freshly out of the shower, smoothest skin in the world when snuggling naked in bed, her knight in shining armor - Andy. Protecting her from the rest of the world, cherishing her, and hiding her away from all the bad. The bad people. The bad person. That person they both knew was a little bit scary and a hell of a lot of nuts. 
                  He was so wonderfully straight forward when he talked. He had always been. No chance to think about or second-guess what he wanted or what he was thinking. She admired that. No chance for mental games being with him. She'd experienced that to fullest and didn't plan to do it again. Not for all the tea in China.
                  During their third date out on the town, they had both been too eager to wait for sex at home. With intense enthusiasm, he had kissed her deeply and passionately in the middle of the dance floor in a crowded club.  She had been drunk before, but no wine in the world had ever made her as out of control as his kisses did. Out of control, yet oddly safe. It felt amazing being so admired, and that he wanted to publicly show it to everyone. She was still laughing with giddiness at his quote that escaped his mouth that evening. As if there hadn't been a filter between his brain and his mouth, or even perhaps his erection.
                  “I just want to take you to some dark corner of this room and feel you up against a wall. I don't even care if people see us. Are you game?”
                  She pulled back from him at arm's length and asked if he was serious. His blazing eyes met hers in the darkness of the club before he pulled her back into his arms and let his hands wander over every inch of her body. The club was very noisy, colored lights in all directions. People didn't even notice them practically eating each other's mouths off in one of the nooks along the wall. Or perhaps this was something common at these venues, she didn't know. She'd never done anything like this before. Her life until she met Andy was controlled by jealousy, where a scene like this could end in hours, if not days of sarcastic lectures.
                  Being this close to him, feeling every warm inch of his body, was both familiar and fresh. His look alone turned her inside out. Turned her on. Turned her on high and hot. Steam coming out of her ears.
                  When one of his hands started to travel up the inside of her top to squeeze one of her luscious breasts, she pulled back for a gasp of air and told him it would be better to continue this at her place.
                  Never had she made it that fast out of a big crowd before. Hand in hand, she followed close to Andy, holding one hand on his back for