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didn’t.”
    Then where had the sudden urge come from to run him down?
    “What’s with you? Either you did or you didn’t?” Ginger sounded annoyed.
    Surprised at her own thoughts, Carrie was distracted. “What?”
    “Do you want a gentleman or a man ?” Ginger’s clipped voice exasperated her.
    “You wouldn’t say that if you could see his body. Matthew is definitely all man.”
    “You saw him with his clothes off? And you’re still frustrated?” Ginger laughed again.
    “No,” Carrie gritted through her teeth. “He had his clothes on.”
    “He’s gay.”
    “Would you get off the gay wagon? You’ll just have to see for yourself.” How could she give good reasoning when her own reaction to Matthew was so out of character? “Just looking at him does things to me.”
    “Well, quit looking and get busy. Or get another man. You want me to send one of my brothers? Either one would thank me to get horizontal with you .”
    “Thanks, but no thanks. Matthew may not know it yet, but he’s doomed.”
    “That’s the spirit. I know that sound and I know you. You don’t give up. You’ll have his pants off and panting for you like a hound before I get home. My money’s on you. See you in a few days.”
    Carrie rose and paced the floor in front of her desk. Matthew had behaved like a true gentleman. What would he have done if she’d made the first move? What do you think? There wasn’t a man alive who turned down sex.
    Why did she care?
    She liked Matthew. And he’d been interested. With every feminine instinct in her, she knew he had not been immune. Thinking of his eyes devouring her body heated her blood. So, after a kiss like that, why did he leave?
    The sensations he created in her were pure sin. Remembering his lustful kiss and her abandoned, wanton response made her insides tremble. How could the cool professional, with her well thought-out strategy in her career, oriented world be so weak in the knees at the mere thought of him? Acting like a silly girl waiting for the next chance to be with him.
    She believed in a healthy body and she knew she looked damn good. The treadmill had a permanent place in her routine. She made time to exercise and spent a fortune in facial and body creams, her one luxury after her bath. She liked to keep her skin soft and smooth, not to mention avoiding the wrinkles in years to come. Men judged her on her looks and thought her an easy bed-partner. Their mistake. She enjoyed showing them the error of their unwise assumptions. So why did she lose all reasoning in the company of Matthew?
    Even after he left her standing at her doorstep, she wanted him. Matthew, the first man ever to shake her sensuality. She didn’t jump into bed with guys easily. But, she’d been drawn to him from the moment she’d gotten lost in the magic of his twinkling blue eyes. Matthew created more than lust in her frenzied brain.
    She studied the pink roses. After a few moments, she stepped behind her desk and sank down in the comfort of leather upholstery. Without reading the card, she knew the flowers were from him. Could he be playing mind games with her?
    She tore open the card.
    This gentleman entrusts you enjoyed the evening
    as much as he did and sincerely hopes you will
    dine with him again.
    M
    Carrie sighed as she leaned her head against the back of her chair. The card, once again written by his hand. “This gentleman,” she breathed. Had he been playing the part of a gentleman? Such fierce passion—that was no gentleman’s kiss. Had he stayed, he would have found, throwing her legs around a man was definitely not the actions of a lady.
    Late afternoon, the meeting finally broke. Matthew looked at his watch as the board members rose from their seats.
    “Congratulations, Matthew. You’ve managed another one.” Chester Simmons had been on the board for three years. He’d approved the idea when Matthew first suggested the merger.
    “We’re well on our way. There’s still a lot of