going to go through with the... sexual arrangement, after all."
"Mmm." She nodded her head again, trying to radiate calm and understanding.
Mother Teresa, that's me.
"But—and this is the part I don't quite understand—she...she—" He glanced at the door. "This goes no farther than this office, is that understood?"
"Absolutely." Boy, you've got my word on that.
"She turned into...this voracious sexual animal."
Why, thank you.
"And I can honestly say that in all my experience with women—"
Go on, go on.
"I just—I've never—"
That sexy blush suffused his face again. Michaela had to bite her lip to keep from shouting with joy.
Yes! It wasn't Cameron plus any willing female, it was something between the two of them!
She came back to earth rather quickly when she realized that, no matter how resplendent the experience had been, it could never be repeated.
She cleared her throat.
"I understand, Cameron." Good, that's very good. Keep your voice soft and soothing, your expression concerned.
"But now there seems to be a problem."
Uh-oh.
"She doesn't—she claims that—"
Michaela swallowed quickly, willed her throat to open back up, and decided to tell one last little white lie. For Nancy's sake.
"The two of you never had sex."
"Yes!" He looked at her with such amazement in his expression that she had to dig her nails into her palms to prevent herself from falling down at his feet, groveling, humiliating herself completely and confessing to the entire thing.
"Mike? You don't look well. Is something wrong?"
The perfect opening in which to confess all—and, of course, she chose not to take it.
"No, I'm okay, I think it must have been something I ate at lunch. But about Nancy—"
"I'd appreciate your help with this matter."
"I understand. You see, when a woman first starts to have sex on a regular basis, she goes kind of crazy. Considering the sorts of men out there who typically initiate her into the act, this is understandable. But when it happens and perhaps the woman is feeling a little guilty about it and then it turns out to be an absolutely transcendent experience—"
Calling Dr. Freud to the lingerie department...
"I can see how a little denial might be in order."
She studied the look on his face and realized she'd completely snowed him. Cameron Black might be a whiz in both the bedroom and the boardroom, but he had absolutely no idea what made a woman tick.
How nice. At least he's normal in that respect.
"Hmm." He leaned forward and steepled his fingers. "You know, that makes sense."
I'm glad one of us thinks so...
She smiled then stood. "Well, I hate to counsel and run, but I do have other appointments today."
"Of course. I'll walk you to the elevator."
It took every ounce of willpower she possessed not to throw herself into his arms as they walked down the hall together.
* * *
He woke up in a sweat and glanced toward the door of his bedroom.
Cameron knew that beyond that doorway lay the hall, and beyond that lay the door to Nancy's bedroom. She was probably asleep, lying beneath the covers and looking absolutely adorable in one of her fluffy little nightgowns.
It was the damnedest thing. Nancy wasn't the type he usually went for. His type leaned much more toward Michaela, tall and leggy brunettes or redheads.
He'd never really had a thing for blondes.
Knowing that the woman he desired more than any other lay only a few rooms away was doing terrible things to his libido. It was sheer, unmitigated torture.
How could she have forgotten so easily?
He hadn't demanded an accounting of Nancy's sexual experience or lack of it but she’d volunteered the fact that she was still a virgin. It astounded him that such an innocent woman with such a lack of experience could have led him to such sensual heights merely two weeks ago.
But that means in roughly two more weeks...
He lay back in bed, his hands beneath his head. At first he'd thought Nancy might wish to come to his bed
"Mmm." She nodded her head again, trying to radiate calm and understanding.
Mother Teresa, that's me.
"But—and this is the part I don't quite understand—she...she—" He glanced at the door. "This goes no farther than this office, is that understood?"
"Absolutely." Boy, you've got my word on that.
"She turned into...this voracious sexual animal."
Why, thank you.
"And I can honestly say that in all my experience with women—"
Go on, go on.
"I just—I've never—"
That sexy blush suffused his face again. Michaela had to bite her lip to keep from shouting with joy.
Yes! It wasn't Cameron plus any willing female, it was something between the two of them!
She came back to earth rather quickly when she realized that, no matter how resplendent the experience had been, it could never be repeated.
She cleared her throat.
"I understand, Cameron." Good, that's very good. Keep your voice soft and soothing, your expression concerned.
"But now there seems to be a problem."
Uh-oh.
"She doesn't—she claims that—"
Michaela swallowed quickly, willed her throat to open back up, and decided to tell one last little white lie. For Nancy's sake.
"The two of you never had sex."
"Yes!" He looked at her with such amazement in his expression that she had to dig her nails into her palms to prevent herself from falling down at his feet, groveling, humiliating herself completely and confessing to the entire thing.
"Mike? You don't look well. Is something wrong?"
The perfect opening in which to confess all—and, of course, she chose not to take it.
"No, I'm okay, I think it must have been something I ate at lunch. But about Nancy—"
"I'd appreciate your help with this matter."
"I understand. You see, when a woman first starts to have sex on a regular basis, she goes kind of crazy. Considering the sorts of men out there who typically initiate her into the act, this is understandable. But when it happens and perhaps the woman is feeling a little guilty about it and then it turns out to be an absolutely transcendent experience—"
Calling Dr. Freud to the lingerie department...
"I can see how a little denial might be in order."
She studied the look on his face and realized she'd completely snowed him. Cameron Black might be a whiz in both the bedroom and the boardroom, but he had absolutely no idea what made a woman tick.
How nice. At least he's normal in that respect.
"Hmm." He leaned forward and steepled his fingers. "You know, that makes sense."
I'm glad one of us thinks so...
She smiled then stood. "Well, I hate to counsel and run, but I do have other appointments today."
"Of course. I'll walk you to the elevator."
It took every ounce of willpower she possessed not to throw herself into his arms as they walked down the hall together.
* * *
He woke up in a sweat and glanced toward the door of his bedroom.
Cameron knew that beyond that doorway lay the hall, and beyond that lay the door to Nancy's bedroom. She was probably asleep, lying beneath the covers and looking absolutely adorable in one of her fluffy little nightgowns.
It was the damnedest thing. Nancy wasn't the type he usually went for. His type leaned much more toward Michaela, tall and leggy brunettes or redheads.
He'd never really had a thing for blondes.
Knowing that the woman he desired more than any other lay only a few rooms away was doing terrible things to his libido. It was sheer, unmitigated torture.
How could she have forgotten so easily?
He hadn't demanded an accounting of Nancy's sexual experience or lack of it but she’d volunteered the fact that she was still a virgin. It astounded him that such an innocent woman with such a lack of experience could have led him to such sensual heights merely two weeks ago.
But that means in roughly two more weeks...
He lay back in bed, his hands beneath his head. At first he'd thought Nancy might wish to come to his bed
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