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brothers. The feel of his hands on her waist when he’d kissed her haunted him nightly. It was getting pretty hard to mask how turned on he was by her, but he thought he was holding up well. So what if he had to sit down a lot or hide behind the center kitchen island to conceal the megaboner she gave him?
    Conservative suits or a soft-looking sweat suit didn’t matter—she started a sexual buzz in him every time he saw her. This week was going to be a test of his resolve as he figured out a way around this “not dating a client” quagmire.
    He wasn’t going to give on exploring their relationship, and he didn’t like to lose.
    J.J. watched as Sam reluctantly took a spoonful of the chili. She didn’t spit it out, so that was a good sign. He watched her mouth, imagining other things that could be done with the seductive movements. He had to stop hanging with Tyler and Channing. He’d become permanently tuned to the Horny Channel like them. Sam took a bite of the cornbread and sipped on her red wine.
    “Well?”
    “The chili and the cornbread are great. I do taste a difference but it’s nothing to send my taste buds into a tizzy.”
    “So…” J.J. gave her an expectant look.
    “What?” She put another spoonful in her mouth.
    “Repeat after me. J.J., you were right about the buffalo. This is the best chili I’ve ever eaten in my life. I will let you mold my taste buds like clay and defer to your judgment in the future about all of my culinary selections.”
    “Never going to happen, Mr. Blake.”
    “I think we’re past formality. After all we did make out in your kitchen.” He waved his fork at her.
    “I plead temporary insanity on that one. And if you insist you on dispensing with professional formality, I prefer John.” She reached across the table and ran her hand through his hair.
    “John?” He instinctively reached up and caught her hand. Sam didn’t play by the rules.
    “You call me Samantha Jane.” She mused.
    “I like the way it sounds when it rolls off my tongue.” He held her hand, which smelled like the cornbread, an inch away from his mouth.
    “John suits you.” She pulled back her hand.
    J.J. let it go. Rome wasn’t built in a day.
     
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    Sam was satisfied that the audit was going great. Her suggestions were received well by the staff, especially when J.J. informed them he was there strictly to tag along and that he endorsed whatever policies and systems she upgraded or changed. She was amazed at how the staff revered him and were excited that he was in town. She couldn’t help but notice the not-so-subtle lustful looks of a few of the women; one of them even wedged herself between them to say hello. She turned to shake hands with Sam after J.J. introduced them, impressed that his eyes remained fixed on her face even though her blouse was unbuttoned so low, Sam could see the front clasp of the black bra she wore. Jeff Miles, the President of Blake Construction Denver and former running back for the Colts, insisted on hosting a barbecue for J.J. before he returned to Texas.
    A few more facility visits and it was the end of the day. J.J. had offered to show her some more sights. They ate at a really nice restaurant on Blake Street, of all places.
    Then he took her to the Red Rocks Park & Amphitheatre. The layout of the stage was awesome.
    “Tate performs here. The acoustics are kick ass.”
    “I bet it is. There isn’t a venue around that doesn’t showcase his pipes.” She nodded.
    “You’ve been to one of his concerts?” He raised an eyebrow.
    “For work.” She laughed. “I even have my Tate’s Angels souvenir T-shirt to prove it. The women in the crowd can get…very enthusiastic. Two girls had a fist fight in the first row because they each thought the kiss he blew to the audience was meant specifically for them.”
    “Tate does have a way with that guitar.” He murmured.
    “Yes, he does. He’ll give you your money’s worth for the ticket. The