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activities, making connections, networking with wives of powerful men, but I always stood firm on having my own career.
       I was halfway through the day, mindlessly tending to all the catch-up from the weekend, when I heard my phone vibrating in the top drawer of my desk. I pulled the phone out and slid my finger across the screen, revealing I had a new text message. It was from Preston.
    **I need you tonight.**
       I read the words and tried to keep my pulse under control. Then I admonished myself for allowing my body to react so powerfully to his words. I gaped at my phone and felt my core pulsing with every heartbeat, which was rapid and ferocious. I swallowed, but still didn’t move, uncertain of what my next move even was. Before I was forced to make a decision, my phone vibrated again.
     **I can be at your house to pick you up around five.**
       What in the world was he talking about? I was still trying to recover from his first text, also trying to keep my mind from running away with those words and turning them into something completely inappropriate.
      **What, exactly, do you need me for?**
       I felt my breathing even out as I waited for a response. There was no hope to focus on anything else until he responded. After what seemed like a millennium, his answer came.
      **Lena, there are many things I need you for. The list is long, involved, and dirty. But tonight, I need you for professional reasons. However, if you wish to rearrange the parameters of our relationship, I am open to that discussion.**
       Holy shit. He was flirting with me. Well, if one could call that flirting. He was flat out propositioning me. My hand, of its own accord, came to the base of my neck, trailing across my collarbone. I thought about my options for a moment, and even though I tried, desperately, to keep my mind on the task at hand – finding inarguable proof that Derrek was cheating – my mind wandered to Preston’s dark eyes and luscious lips. My fingertips trailed down my sternum and then back up my neck, the tickling sensation making goose bumps appear wherever my skin was bare. Then my phone buzzed again and I jerked my eyes to the screen.
      **Sweetheart, are you with me?**
      Oh, God.
     **I’m here.**
       I replied without meaning to.
     **Will you be ready at five?**
       I swallowed hard and my fingers moved over the screen.
      **I’ll be ready.**
     
       At five sharp, I watched as a very sleek, very sexy, black Lotus pulled into my driveway. I continued to watch as the driver’s door opened and Preston unfolded himself from it. He was still wearing that sexy jacket and I wondered if he ever went anywhere without it, or even took it off. He had a dark blue t-shirt stretched over his chest, just tight enough to hint at what was beneath it, and a pair of black jeans. He walked toward my front door and I forced myself to stop peering at him through the living room blinds.
       I stood and brushed my hands down my front, making sure I looked presentable. When I heard the doorbell ring, I continued to the door, opening it right after I took a calming breath. In through the nose, out through the mouth.
       When the door was open, we both just stood there, neither one of us able to hide the fact that our eyes roamed the other.
       “You’re not dressed appropriately.” He spoke first, his eyes still running up and down my body.
       I looked down at my outfit. “What do you mean?” I was wearing jeans and a soft, white, short-sleeved sweater.
       “I mean,” he said, stepping into my house, forcing me to step back and allow him entrance, “you can’t wear that. Go change into something dark, like black. We can’t have you standing out.”
       “Where are we going?”
       “We’re going to follow Derrek home from work. I’m hoping he’ll head to his other home.”
       Well, that stung.
       I nodded out the door to his black car with very dark tinted windows. “I don’t