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hand was on the handle, twisting it.

 
    Macy imagined seeing Derreck in something casual, maybe even sweatpants, looking haggard, in need of a shave and a shower.  She imagined him standing before her, begging her to come in and have just one more night with him... just one more night.
    When Macy opened the door, she saw the Derreck Hagan the rest of the world saw.  A perfectly pressed suit tight against his wide, rounded shoulders.  His tie hanging down an extra inch, but it didn’t matter because it suited Derreck and his attitude.  He didn’t smile and didn’t have a single emotion.  He just stared at Macy, with those eyes.  Those eyes and that same stare that started it all back in the elevator the day she went to deliver a painting.
    Seeing him standing there, absorbing his look, and finally catching a welcoming whirl of his cologne, Macy parted her lips to sigh but it came out as a whimper.  A desperate whimper, her body’s needs taking over, not afraid to show what she wanted and needed.
    And that was him .
    Derreck Hagan.
    “Derreck...”
    “What are you doing?” Derreck asked.
    His eyes shifted and Macy was caught.  Let alone the paint on her clothing, hands, face, and hair, she had a little art studio set up right in the living room.  It wasn’t like she had a chance to actually put the stuff away either.
    Freaking Stacey...
    “Oh, this,” was all Macy managed to say.
    Derreck pushed the apartment door open all the way and welcomed himself in.  Macy simply took a few steps back and watched as the apartment door slowly started to shut.  She helped it the rest of the way with a hearty slam and then locked the deadbolt.  As her fingers twisted it, she realized what the subtle move could represent.  Locking the handsome billionaire into her apartment suggested he wasn’t allowed to leave until she had her way with him.  Then again, it was Derreck Hagan, if he wanted to leave, he’d leave.  And if he wanted to stay, he’d stay...
    “Wow, you really do paint.”
    He stood facing the easel, his hands in his pockets, his face looking serious.  From the angle he stood with his head slightly down, his jaw line looked amazing against the light of the dining room area.  It hit him like he were made out of steel, casting a light that hit Macy’s body in all the right spots. 
    All of them.
    She walked near Derreck, but then started to retreat, feeling ugly, fat, and undressed for the moment. 
    “I wish you would have called me,” Macy said.
    “Never got your number,” Derreck said.  He reached out and touched the semi moist paint.  The tip of his finger was red now and he stared at it.  “How long have you been painting?”
    “Long enough,” Macy said.  “Why did you wait until now to find me?  Do you realize... this week...”
    Macy’s bottom lip quivered.  She thought about being mad and tried to find some kind of anger to throw at Derreck, but she had none.  What would she say?  What was there to say to him?  If it weren’t for Derreck and his amazing body, his wild sex, and his honest words, Macy would have been painting in a closet still.  She wouldn’t have opened herself like this, even though she now hated standing in front of him looking like a colorful mess.
    Derreck rubbed the tip of his pointer finger against his thumb.  He finally took his attention off the easel and looked at Macy.
    “You always paint here?” he asked.
    Macy shrugged her shoulders.
    “You don’t.  This is new, isn’t it?”
    “The painting?  No.  I’ve been painting since college.  It’s how I met Stacey.”
    “Stacey C.?  The famous painter?  You two are close… like I said.”
    “It’s Stacey to me.  We are sometimes close.”
    “When you’re not jealous of her success?”
    Macy frowned.  The anger started to boil.  “No.”
    “You don’t get jealous?  Seeing her making all that money.  Taking orders.  And then there’s you, running around the city delivering