“Okay, then I guess I’ll have to decline dinner.” “Why is that?” “Because I want to spend a night with Jim.” His eyes hold mine. “Jameson Miles the CEO doesn’t interest me. I couldn’t care less about your money or your power.” He stares at me for an extended time as if processing my words. I walk over and kiss him softly. “Tell Jim to pick me up at seven,” I whisper as I run my tongue through his lips. “I’m aching for him.” Tenderness crosses his face. “I’ll see what I can do.” I walk back down
