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state she was in.
    Mr. Meyers laughed and nodded. “I imagine it would get extremely hot in that elevator after about twenty minutes.”
    “You have no idea,” Tucker muttered behind her.
    The older man cocked a questioning eyebrow, but Emma didn’t want to give him a chance to ask any more questions. She could feel the moisture seeping down her thighs and between her breasts. Right now, she just wanted to be alone. “Shouldn’t one of us call the emergency operator back and tell her we’re fine before she sends someone here?”
    “Right you are, young lady. I’ll take care of that and then I’ll give Mrs. Jacobs a call and let her know that you’re both fine.” He shooed them down the hall with one hand. “You two go and try to cool off.” Turning, he walked back toward his apartment. “I find it even too hot just standing out here. Now that the power is back on, once I make my phone calls, I’m going to go and sit back in front of my air conditioner and read my newspaper.”
    “Thanks again, Mr. Meyers. I plan to do just that.” She watched until he was safely in his apartment before hurrying down the hallway toward her own with Tucker close on her heels. There was no way to ignore his large presence behind her.
    Emma picked up her pace until she was practically running. Opening her purse as she went, she fumbled for her keys. Her hands were shaking so badly that she dropped her leather bag and all the contents spilled out onto the floor.
    Swearing under her breath, she dropped to her knees and frantically began to scoop her wallet, papers, breath mints, and assorted cosmetics back into her purse. She stilled when Tucker’s large hand covered hers.
    “Emma,” he began, but stopped when she stood suddenly and rushed to her apartment door. If she’d missed something, she would find it later. The important thing right now was to get away from Tucker and all the unsettling feelings he’d stirred within her. She’d thought she was emotionally equipped to deal with an affair with Tucker. Now she wasn’t sure.
    She jammed the key into the lock, turned it and pushed the door open. The relative safety of her apartment beckoned. Tucker grasped her by the shoulder and turned her to face him. “You forgot your mail.”
    Sighing with relief when she realized he wasn’t going to push her to talk, she summoned a polite smile and reached out to take it. “Thank you.” She was pleased that her voice sounded even.
    He passed her the envelopes and then grasped her shoulders. Hauling her close, he leaned down until his lips were almost touching hers. “You also forgot this.” With that, he kissed her. When she gasped with surprise, he thrust his tongue into her mouth.
    Emma knew she could have stopped him simply by pulling away. Instead, she found herself leaning into his kiss. Her tongue stroked his and she felt the now-familiar heat rising inside her once again. She was damp between her thighs and her nipples ached as the jeweled nipple ornaments brushed against her coat jacket. Moaning, she raised her hands toward his chest and touched . . . nothing.
    Tucker had stepped away from her and was watching her, his eyes blazing with passion. “You know where you can find me if you want more.” After throwing down that provocative challenge, he turned away and let himself in through the door across from hers. She was still staring at him when his door closed with a thud.
    She stood there totally stunned for a moment before shaking herself free from her enthrallment and hurrying into her own apartment. She closed the door, leaned against it for support and fanned herself furiously with the envelopes still clutched in her hand. The man was impossible! She tossed her purse onto the sofa, kicked off her heels and dumped the mail on the kitchen table on her way to the bathroom.
    She turned the water on in the shower and peeled off her sweat-soaked clothes, shivering as she remembered Tucker’s hands shoving her skirt