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Gwen swirled her brandy glass to buy time. Lying wasn’t in her nature. Then again, the last thing she wanted to do was give any personal details to a reporter, especially to a reporter who was entirely too interested in her earlier gaffes already. Even if he was a sportswriter. “I’m an accountant,” she told him. It wasn’t really a lie. She did the books at Chastain and Associates. She just did a whole lot more. “Seriously?” He grinned, sending a little flutter through her midsection. He was so close, she realized suddenly. Close enough to whisper. Close enough to kiss. Gwen blinked. “Yes, seriously. Why, what did you think I did?” “I don’t know. But I could have guessed a couple dozen possible occupations for you and none of them would have included accounting. She could just imagine. “So what occupations were in your couple dozen?” “Oh, I don’t know,” he said offhandedly, “neurosurgeon, astrophysicist, president of the World Bank…” “You know if you’d have said lingerie model I’d have had to belt you.” She reached out a hand to mime slapping him. He caught it in his and held it to his face. Heat bloomed through her. She felt the rough stubble of his day’s growth of beard, the strength of his fingers on hers, the slight calluses on his palm. It lasted only a second or two and drove every thought out of her head except the desire for more. Del released her hand, changing his hold to bring her fingers to his lips. Warm, and soft enough to make her melt. “Whatever you do, I’m sure you’re very, very good,” he murmured. Eyes wide, Gwen sat stock still, forcing herself to breathe. “I…excuse me for a minute,” she managed and stood up on knees that trembled only a little. It wasn’t her usual style. Gwen dated cleancut, serious men who took her to a few weeks of movies, concerts and dinners before they segued into decorous sex. That part usually lasted until she was bored mindless with them. She certainly didn’t pick up the kind of men who hung out in casinos. She definitely didn’t kiss them in bars the first night she’d met them, even if they did have perfectly delicious mouths. And she absolutely didn’t wind up in bed with them. Maybe it was being in Vegas, maybe it was the cosmopolitans, but suddenly it didn’t matter. Suddenly, what she wanted was this moment with this man. She could go back to being careful and deliberate Gwen tomorrow. Nina was taking over.
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