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like it was high noon. She knew from the way his eyes widened for a brief second that Tanner felt it, too. She’d just have to do everything in her power to let him know it meant nothing. Nothing at all.
    Ha!
    Even now, heat consumed her as the dream flashed over her again. She closed her eyes, recapturing the last moments, her hand stealing down to her pussy, as if she could still feel Tanner’s tongue there. Oh! My! God!
    Guiltily, she yanked her hand back and squeezed her thighs together. Her first thought was that dream sex with Tanner was better than any she’d had in real life. The second was she had to get it out of her brain, especially since she was meeting up with him today.
    She threw back the rumpled covers and stumbled into the bathroom, determined to wash away every vestige of the dream from her mind as well as her body. But as she stood beneath the steaming hot water, snippets of the dream came back to her. My god, the man had an educated tongue. And didn’t he know just how to play her body like a musical instrument. Tuning it up for the finale. But just as her hand stole down to her pussy again, she managed to stop herself.
    No, no, no. Not good. Not good at all. There was undeniable chemistry between them, had been from the first time they’d met. She thought she’d been doing a masterful job of hiding it and suppressing it. Apparently, not as good as she thought. And now they were going to be thrown together in an intimate situation—
    No! Not intimate! No, no, no. Personal, but not intimate. She needed to remember that.
    She poured shower gel into her palm, rubbed it into lather, and began soaping her body. Why on earth was she even dreaming about sex with Tanner Voss? She did not do casual, and if what she’d heard was to be believed, that was all the man was interested in. She’d learned very early, after a couple of miserable failures, that if she did not have an emotional connection to the man she was with, sex was little more than an exercise. It left her feeling unfulfilled and vaguely disappointed.
    Nope, she was just one of those women who needed a solid relationship to enjoy the pleasures of sex to the fullest. Which, of course, put a severe crimp in her social life since, these days, sex seemed to be on everyone’s menu along with the appetizer and dessert. Not to mention the fact she seemed to choose very poorly where those relationships were concerned. The last two had crashed and burned, and she was still sweeping up the emotional ashes.
    She had about decided to put all of her energy into her business, which had taken a huge leap forward, and forget about looking for The Right Man. So it shocked her that on the heels of that thought an image of Tanner Voss flashed across her mental television screen. A naked Tanner Voss. What the heck? She had never seen him naked, nor did she even want to. Right? Right?
    You are so lying to yourself.
    The little devil that kept pushing her discipline was whispering in her ear, tempting her over the line.
    Except, Tanner wasn’t the man for her under any circumstances. She liked him, enjoyed his company when they were together, but dating? A relationship? Not when they wanted such different things. Which was why she’d always shut down any of his overtures to her.
    By the time she finished showering and shampooing her hair, she felt a headache building as a result of the argument with herself. She popped two acetaminophen, then set about blow-drying her hair, dressing, and applying her makeup. But the damn images from the dream just would not leave her alone. She’d better get over them before she met up with the man himself later today.
    I can do it. I can get through this for Janice. I can do it because I’m going to kill her when this is all over.
    The chimes on her phone had been ringing incessantly while she pulled herself together and dressed. Now she accessed her twitter feed and scrolled through all the tweets. She’d asked each of her