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with double doors.
    “Where are we going?” I asked.
    Malcolm opened the door for me and said, “Up.”
    “Up is always a good thing,” I purred as I gave him a wicked smile and walked through the door. That time, I saw his reaction. Not only in his eyes, but in the way he attempted to hide the fact that he had to adjust himself.
    He hit up as we stood there and waited for the elevator. “So, how long have you been turned on by racing cars?”
    He looked at me with a somewhat surprised expression. “Turned on?”
    The doors opened and we walked in. “Yeah. I’d have to think it was some kind of a rush that got you loving the need for speed. You must really enjoy it if you’re as good as they say. You’re turned on to the rush you get. Am I right?”
    His eyes lit up and I wasn’t sure why. Maybe because I used the words turned on. Lord knows I was already looking at his perfect body. Damn, his ass looked good in those jeans.
    Paislie. Stop!
    “I guess you could say racing is a turn on. It’s more of an adrenaline rush than a sexual turn on, though.”
    I made a tsking sound and slowly shook my head. “That’s not what Google says about you, Mr. Wallace.”
    His head dropped back as he let out a roar of laughter. I couldn’t help but laugh along with him as the doors opened and we walked down a long hall to another set of elevators.
    “Up again,” I whispered.
    He cleared his throat and placed his hand on my lower back, causing my entire body to tremble. I was almost positive he felt it.
    I stole a glance at him as he stared straight ahead. As if he was concentrating on something very intently.
    When the doors opened, he nudged me ever so slightly and led me out. I loved the feeling and had never had a man do that before. It was nice.
    When his hand slipped down and took mine, I forced myself to hold back the moan.
    One look around and I was even more confused. “We’re on a roof?”
    “Is that a question or a statement?”
    “Both!” I said with a titter.
    As we walked around a small building, I let out a gasp at the sight before me. “A picnic?” I whispered as I forced the tears down. I’d never been on a picnic before with a guy.
    Three quilts were laid out on the roof along with three picnic baskets. “Do you like picnics?”
    I walked up to the edge of the quilt and stared down at everything. A small bouquet of flowers was lying on the quilt. I swallowed hard and went to look at Malcolm when I noticed the view.
    Covering my mouth, I sucked in a breath and stared out in disbelief. “It’s amazing,” I spoke into my hand. The view from up here was beyond anything I could have imagined.
    “I take it you like it and you’re not afraid of heights?”
    Spinning back to face him, I smiled so big my cheeks hurt. “No! I’m not afraid of heights. Yes I love it, and I’ve never been on a picnic before.”
    His smile faded as he narrowed his eyes. “Really?”
    I shook my head. “No. Never.”
    He took both my hands in his and guided me to the middle of the quilt. “Well then, I get to be the lucky guy to give you your first experience with it.”
    The lump in my throat was hard to ignore. When we sat down, he reached into one basket and took out two bottles of water, and then took out some plates. I couldn’t help but wish that Malcolm had been the one to give me many of my first experiences.
    Overcome suddenly with this strange emotion, I focused on anything other than the handsome guy who was making my heart pound so loudly in my ears I could barely hear.
    I am so screwed with my vow of hating men.
    So screwed.

PAISLIE SEEMED TO BE OVERCOME with emotion for a quick moment before slipping back into her carefree mode.
    “This really is amazing. Deuce is missing out.”
    I nodded in agreement. “His fault for eating that whole bone I gave him.”
    She flashed me a dazzling smile as she asked, “Are you sure he wasn’t sabotaged? You know, by someone wanting to steal his date?”
    I