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dick pleaded with him to put aside this conversation and plunge head first into the sweetness between this woman’s legs. In a last-ditch effort, he grunted and opened his eyes. Mistake. The words tumbled out of his mouth as he pushed into her, “I want you.”
    She stared at him, wide aqua eyes spewing sparks. “No joke. I know you’re better than a miserable asshole. Are you telling me the selfish prick is back?” She slid her soft mouth slowly across his lips.
    Fuck. Yes. “Selfish prick has backup,” he groaned.
    His whole body wanted Alana. Every lovely inch. Trailing his gaze down her length underneath him, he rapidly returned to her face, and nodded in total pretense. Inhaling unsteadily, he pulled his cock out of heaven.
    “Why am I not shocked?”
    “That trip was short. Not to worry, I’ve got it under control. Six on the dot and we’re back to business. Black and white. Ms. St. James, we’d better get ready for work.”
    “Can we order up some tea?” she asked, running a nail down his arm and then pushing away from him.
    He cursed himself. His dick had no idea of time—only a hunger to pump and thrust and fill Alana. Six in the morning and counting. If this was how he’d spend the next two weeks, he’d go berserk. A miserable countdown until she walked out of his life. “Whatever you’d like. Do you eat in the morning? What the hell do you do when you wake? Dally around in bed or jump right up?” Jon asked.
    “I’m something of an eyes-open - rise-and-shine -er. And you? You seem like not much dallying goes down in your life.”
    “Bloody nailed that one. Just try and keep up. We’ve a load to get done today and for the next couple of days. But you’ll have help, so no need to chew my backside.”
    Alana flushed a lovely pink, and he wasn’t about to look away from the parcel of sunshine she eclipsed. Her tits were decked in red bite marks. His marks. And he had the urge to close his mouth around one of her nipples. Her hair tumbled over her shoulders in untamed waves. In the daylight, her locks appeared kissed by sunshine. Not brown and not blond, definitely some red going on. Unlike anything he’d seen before. “Your hair? I suppose it’s twenty-twenty?”
    “Come again?” She stood up, completely naked. The sight stunned his brain. In a blink, he found himself jealous of a beam of light swathing her body. He wanted to be a ray of sunlight, licking her skin until it grew rosy and hot under his tongue.
    “Is that an invitation? Then yes,” he said softly, absorbing the vision in front of him.
    Her eyebrows winged upward, giving him a disapproving glance. “Be serious. And don’t you think we’d better transition into speaking as though we’re not thinking about fucking one another?”
    No. What they should be doing was that very thing. Fucking. He’d better begin to obliterate that word from his thoughts, convinced that the act of conceiving it would make it that much more difficult to be normal around Alana. “I meant, like your eyes. You don’t wear contacts. Hair is the same?”
    Drawing her mouth into a straight line, she glanced down at her hair and picked up a handful. “Oh, I get it. Right. Mine. Are you thinking that I should do something about my eyes and hair? Is that part of the makeover this morning?”
    “My assistant will take you for some routine photographs and then, yes. You will visit a stylist. And voice coach. What about working out? Preferences?” His mind began churning from habit in foreseeing the varied channels they’d begin to access and tap in order to get her debut performance at the Ryman in order.
    He’d already sent a text to Clarissa, a text alerting her to the new client folder in his computer directory and the notes he’d posted last night before falling asleep next to Alana, at that moment his newest client. A full day. More like a full couple of days. In going into game mode, he failed to notice her obviously stubborn stance after she