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and considered
asking her out. That is, until he overheard her speaking with Heidi about her
novel. After that, his agenda changed and he decided that playing the game
would be far more erotic.

 
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    Sari
sipped her coffee and cursed that Brady had seen her gawking at him, and it
wasn’t the first time. But damn, if he wasn’t handsome with his dark chocolate
hair, soft against his shoulders and his smooth tanned skin. She’d give
anything to run her fingers through it. And his body –whether dressed in
a suit or tight, faded denim, riding low on his hips–Brady had a body to die
for. She’d goggled over him at the country club–his broad shoulders; his solid
rock muscles; the bulge in his cutoffs that sent her through the roof. From
what she had seen of his package straining against the wet denim, it was easy
to image him stroking her clit with the tip of it then filling her with the
length of it.
    She turned red again, and hoped
that he wasn’t looking. Just the memory of his hot, rigid body, glistening with
beads of water, sent an electrifying tingle deep inside of her. For months,
Brady had been the inspiration of her fantasies for her first novella. The
notion of writing an erotic romance had been on the back burner for years, but
it hadn’t sprouted wings until Brady joined the firm last September. Now, he
was all that she’d thought about, and every time that he smiled at her she
turned beet red as if he could read her every thought, her every fantasy of
him.    
      So far, she’d only written articles for fashion
magazines–a far cry from writing a book. In January, she teamed up with Lana
Goldberg, a ghostwriter of erotic and sensual novels. For months they’d been
sharing ideas and fantasies. If all went as planned, “Take Me Now,” the first in the series, would be ready for the
editor before Christmas.
    Brandy Kayne was the name that she had chosen to use as the author. There was no way in hell
that she wanted her birth name, Sari Coventry associated with something so
erotic. Not that she was ashamed of the subject of her writing, but because of
the innuendos and whispers that would accompany it. Of family, friends and
coworkers questioning how much of it she actually experienced–the reality from
the fantasy. Not to mention that the context would influence the type of men
who asked her for a date.
    Brandy Kayne . Sari said the name in her head several
times.   She liked the ring of it. Despite
that she received a lot of flak from Lana because of its resemblance to Candycane , she always liked the name Brandy. As for Kayne , it
was the last name of a school boy that she’d had a crush on in the eleventh
grade.
    Her eyes followed Brady down the
hall and through the doors toward his office. She loved his slow, easy gait,
the confidence in his walk. She was glad that he didn’t work in the same
department–she’d never survive it. Hell, she couldn’t even find the courage to
speak with him for fear that she’d fumble on her words and drool like a
love-sick schoolgirl.
    Instead, she’d kept her distance, and for that matter, so
had he. Brady Thompson was well out of her league. She had no clue why he was
working in the graphics art department when he could be modeling or acting.
    She looked up at the clock on her
wall. It was half past four. A half an hour more of Brady’s torture and she’d
be free of him for the week. She was leaving for Denver on Monday to vacation
with her friend, Abby.   She’d been
excited about the trip for weeks. She and Abby had met in college, graduated
and parted to pursue their careers. They hadn’t seen each other in over a year
and would probably spend their first day together catching up.

 
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    Brady
returned to his desk, opened his email and considered his reply to Sari.   He smiled a knowing smile. She had no idea
that she was going to be his for the week. That she was going to experience
each and every one of her