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the door swing shut.
    It was silent except for their hard breaths.
    “Think he’s guarding the door?” Bridget finally asked as awkwardness began to creep in. The man’s intrusion had woken her up to the fact that a virtual stranger had been finger-fucking her in a public place. Who knew who had seen? Sweat prickled at her nape.
    Micah grunted a laugh. “Maybe I should’ve slipped him a twenty to do just that.”
    Taking a tiny step back, as far away from Micah as he would allow, Bridget dropped her eyes. “Um, maybe it was a good thing. I mean, I don’t normally do things like this.”
    He didn’t respond.
    “Especially since you’re Sam’s uncle,” she babbled on, still not looking at Micah. “I really shouldn’t do…um, anything with one of my students’ parents. I mean, guardian.
    Right?” She wanted to kick herself as the last word came out sounding pleading and desperate to her own ears. Her body was begging her to climb right back up on this gorgeous man and have him finish what he started.
    “Right,” he agreed, although his tone was bitter. “It’s a bad idea. I knew that.”
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    “Right,” she repeated, wanting to cry and furious with herself over that. He’d agreed with her, given her what she wanted, and here she was, upset that he wasn’t pleading to give her the mind-blowing orgasm she’d just missed out on. “I’d, um, better get back inside then.”
    When he didn’t answer, Bridget darted toward the door without looking at him.
    Once inside, she leaned against the closed door and blew out a hard breath. The guy who’d interrupted them was standing a few feet away. He winked at her when he saw her. Flushing, she turned away and blindly pushed her way through the crowd.
    “Bridget!” Jodi’s voice jerked her head around.
    “Jodi, hi.” Stumbling a little over the words, Bridget felt her face heat, as if Jodi had been watching the show outside. Turning her head, Bridget glanced toward the door she’d just entered. Micah wasn’t there. Regret weighted her stomach. Why did she always have to play it safe? Why couldn’t she have been wild this one time and jumped in without checking the depth, temperature and currents of the water, as well as the likelihood of sharks? If their brief, mostly clothed contact had been enough to light her panties on fire, full-on sex would have been incredible.
    With a sigh, Bridget focused on Jodi and forced a smile. “What’s up?”
    “Did you lose the uncle?” At Bridget’s nod, she grinned. “Good. I have found you the perfect man.” Jodi grabbed her arm and towed Bridget across the bar. “You’re going to love him.”
    Too late , Bridget thought. Any other guy she met tonight was going to be compared to Micah Foster and found pathetically lacking. With a halfhearted sound of excitement, Bridget allowed Jodi to pull her toward an anemic-looking blond, all the while trying to pretend there wasn’t an enormous hole in the crotch of her pantyhose and her mind wasn’t filled with Micah.
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    Katie Allen

Chapter Two
    The following Monday, Bridget approached Sam’s desk with apprehension, wondering what she would see on his paper. As she got close enough to get a glimpse, she was surprised to see…nothing. The white sheet didn’t even have a dot of color.
    “What’s wrong, Sam?” Bridget asked, crouching down next to his desk. “Don’t you have any drawing ideas today?”
    He just shrugged, giving her a quick glance. His eyes were a murky blue and Bridget’s forehead creased with concern.
    “What’s the matter, Sam?” she asked again.
    He muttered something.
    “What?”
    Meeting her eyes, Sam said more loudly, “I don’t want to draw the wrong thing again.”
    “Ah.” Obviously, she hadn’t hidden her dismay at his grisly rabbit picture well enough. “You know, nothing in art is wrong. You can draw whatever you like.”
    Sam didn’t look like he believed her. “You were mad.”
    “I wasn’t mad.” She picked