Take Me Twice. Isabel Sharpe

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      She gave a familiar snort of laughter. “How sweet.”

      “Yeah, well…” He put his feet up on his desk. “That’s me.”

      “Though I noticed when you picked up the phone, you always called Judy.”

      He went to cross his ankles and both feet slipped off the desk, nearly toppling him out of his chair. “Hmm…yeah, well…Judy is…she’s…Judy is Judy.”

      “And Laine is Laine?”

      “And never the twain, yeah.”

      He grinned, picturing her talking to him on the phone—tall, slender, dark hair, blue eyes, flushed from working out. The kind of woman who drew men’s stares everywhere she went, all the more because she was so unconscious of how stunning she was.

      “So now after five years, five thoughts of me and phone calls to Judy-who-is-Judy instead of Laine-who-is-Laine, you suddenly want to move in with me?”

      “Something like that.”

      “Well, there’s a switch.”

      He left the barb alone. “Work with me here, Laine.”

      “I don’t know…” She responded to his tease with mock hesitancy. “I’m not much of a worker these days.”

      “Then play with me?”

      “Play with yourself.”

      He burst out laughing. Bam! Walked right into that one. You couldn’t get much past Laine Blackwell. “Okay, okay. Yes, I want to move in with you. A few nights a week when I have appointments in the city.”

      “Why?”

      “Didn’t Judy tell you?”

      “Forget Judy. Tell Laine-who-is-Laine.”

      “Okay, Laine-who-is-Laine. Having an apartment in the city will help me professionally.”

      “Ah.” She blew out a sigh. “So you finally admit you need professional help.”

      He couldn’t stop grinning. He suddenly missed her fiercely, as if all the years they’d been apart had hit him retroactively. “That’s right.”

      “This is good. You must have come a long way.”

      “You know I can come a long way.”

      Her turn to laugh, that big, loud, honest belly laugh she released when something really struck her. He was pumped by the sound, even higher than he’d been. And turned on, totally jazzed by their sparring. He couldn’t wait to see her. And yeah, there were still one or two of those ungentlemanly thoughts on his mind. In fact there were lots of them. Who was he kidding? He was no gentleman when it came to Laine. Though only once had he stooped to being an outright jerk, an episode he still wished he could go back in time and erase.

      “Are you going to let me in, Laine?”

      “Into my apartment.”

      “Of course? What else would I mean?” He grinned, waiting, rubbing his thumb along his chin.

      “Nothing.” She took a deep breath and let it out.

      His grin faded. “Is there a problem?”

      “No. No. There’s not a problem.”

      He cocked his head. There was a problem. He hoped to hell she was merely rediscovering her need to be naked under him. “Why the hesitation?”

      “It’s fine. You can stay here when you need to. It will be fine.”

      “You don’t sound sure.”

      “I’m sure.”

      She wasn’t sure. Maybe he’d gone too far. “You understand that I’m doing this because of my job.”

      “Oh, of course. Of course. I understand that.”

      Was she relieved? Sorry? Embarrassed? He couldn’t tell without seeing her face. “Because given our history, I didn’t want you to think I was only trying to get into your pants again.”

      Which was true. He wasn’t only trying to get into her pants. He did need a base in Manhattan.

      “Oh, no. I didn’t think that at all. Honest, Grayson.”

      He frowned. Where was the zinging comeback? She sounded utterly sincere. It must have occurred to her they could get back together for some fun. Judy had said she wasn’t involved with anyone. Two consenting adults with a history of explosive chemistry. In the same apartment. All night long. Didn’t take much imagination to keep the scenario heating up.

      But then she’d always been pretty naive about his basely motivated gender. For a second he nearly felt ashamed of himself, but then shame was a useless emotion and it wasn’t as if he was planning to force her. He knew he could make her want him, even after this many years. Whatever that sexual TNT was between them, he had a feeling it would never go away. He’d bet his company they’d be in the sack together within a week.

      And Grayson Alexander never made bets he could lose.

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      From: Laine Blackwell

       Sent: Monday To: Angie Keller; Kathy Baker Subject: Men To Do and (ack!) Old Boyfriend Returns

      First things first, I’ve decided that hanging out in bars is not going to get me my Man To Do. Too iffy, too expensive, too dangerous. And I’ve either met or dated all my friends’ available male friends, so no point going that route. Therefore (drumroll and trumpet flourish), I’ve been cruising NYdates.com. Can’t say for sure I won’t find any weirdos there, but I figure if I can thumbs-up pictures that attract me and thumbs-down men who can’t put two sentences together (or punctuate, what is up with that?), then I’m ahead of the game.

      And, well, what do you know, I have found a few possibles, one in particular, Antonio, a dark and very sexy-looking Italian (attached is the link to his profile and photo), who fits my height and punctuation requirements and who sounds totally full of himself, which I’m thinking would classify him as…let’s say…the Vain Foreigner. I’ve e-mailed him, so we’ll see what happens.

      Woohoo! This summer is going to be so incredible! I’ve signed up for a yoga class and a cooking class, and I found this skydiving company in N.J. and a tap-dancing class and I’m going to take a French class, too, and I’m so into this!

      Okay, I better go. In a very short while, Grayson shows up. I’m excited about seeing him and, okay, nervous and not really sure what it will be like. I mean we were sort of obsessed with each other for a lot of years even after we broke up. It took him moving to Chicago to finally get him out of my head, not to mention my bed. But he’s definitely out and will stay out of both! So we’ll see.

      ’Bye!

      Laine

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