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the light back off and slid under the covers, even pulling them over her head.
    Cameron O’Reilly.
    He turned her on, no doubt about it. Now if she could just not make a fool of herself, everything might go smoothly.
    Cameron stared at the phone. Moving to one elbow he switched on the lamp at his bedside and checked the Caller I.D. Asia Michaels. A small curious smile tipped his mouth. There surely weren’t two women in all of Cuther with that particular unique name.
    She’d called him—then chickened out.
    What had she wanted?
    Naked, he eased back against the pillows, plenty warm now, thank you very much.
    Very slowly, the smile turned into a toothy grin. Oh, he knew what she wanted, he reminded himself. She wanted sex. She wanted kink.
    She wanted him.
    Arms crossed behind his head, Cameron glanced at the tape sitting on his dresser across the room. He hadn’t watched it yet. Because of what he’d overheard in the lounge, he hadn’t gotten much work done the rest of the day. He’d been too distracted with thoughts of Asia and how he’d make love to her.
    His preoccupation on the job meant he’d had to bring several files home to finish on his personal computer. By the time he was done, his eyes were gritty and he’d only wanted a few hours’ sleep.
    Now he only wanted Asia.
    He wasn’t at all sure he’d be able to wait until Friday. He needed to taste her before that, just to tide him over.
    Soon, he promised himself. Very soon.

Chapter Three
    “Cameron O’Reilly?” Erica repeated in disbelief, and fanned her face dramatically. “What a hunk!”
    “You think?” Asia chewed her bottom lip.
She
thought him sexy as sin, especially now, but did other women think it too? “I mean, I admit I was surprised. He’s just such a … suit.”
    Erica snorted. “Honey, all men are the same, white collar and blue collar alike. They’re all sex addicts.”
    “I agree,” Becky said. “O’Reilly is hot.”
    “You been checking him out?” Erica asked in some surprise.
    “I’m not blind”—Becky sniffed with mock indignation—“if that’s what you mean.”
    They all chuckled. “I wouldn’t mind getting to know him better myself,” Erica teased. “But he’s never really noticed me. When I talk to him, he’s polite, but always businesslike.”
    Asia fiddled with her coffee stirrer, then admitted, “We’ve spoken several times.” She glanced up, then away. “At length.”
    “Ah.” Erica grinned. “Do tell.”
    She shrugged. “He sort of … sought me out He comes to my office, hangs around a bit, or catches me in the halls, or right after meetings. I … I like him, but I got the feeling he wanted to get more personal, so I … brushed him off.”
    “Are you nuts?”
    Asia was sort of wondering that same thing herself, but for different reasons. “I just couldn’t see starting something that likely wouldn’t go anywhere.”
    Becky touched her hand. “You were afraid he wouldn’t follow up?”
    That nettled her new independent streak. “Ha! I wouldn’t want him to. It’s more likely that I wouldn’t follow up.”
    Erica grinned. “That right?”
    “Yes.” And then, “Why is it always the woman who’s supposed to sit around and wait for a damn phone call?”
    Erica said, “Amen, sister. You’ll get no argument from me. That’s why even on dates, I buy my own meals, and I refuse flowers or gifts. If I want something, I can get it for myself. I don’t need a guy. But sometimes I want one. So I go on my schedule, not his.”
    “Sounds to me,” Becky said, “that you both like playing hard to get.”
    “No playing to it,” Erica corrected. “I am hard to get.”
    Asia chuckled. She wasn’t playing, either, though her motivation differed from Erica’s. “Most of the guys here understand that I’m not interested, that it’s a waste of time to want more from me than casual conversation.”
    Erica nodded knowingly. “But Cameron was new, so he didn’t know, and he’s been