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guarantee you’ll like every single one of them. I’ll send a car for you.”
     
“I’ll be waiting,” she said softly and hung up the phone, staring at it with a silly grin for several minutes while she mulled through the conversation once again.
    On a surface level, she never would have thought of Victor as someone she could laugh with. When she first saw him, accepting she’d looked at him through a haze of tears, he’d seemed to her to be too hard to tease. But she was finding that he was not only incredibly intelligent but deep down inside, the man that looked tough and mean and hard to the core, was sweet and considerate. And he teased her, laughed with her and made her laugh as well. What a contradiction, she thought to herself.
    Again, she wondered what he could possibly do for a living. All businesses had their cut-throat qualities to them. But anyone that lived as he did in New York City had to be extremely wealthy which meant he was most likely one of the high fliers of industry. She could see it in him, but how could a man as nice as Victor survive among the sharks that thrived in the business world of this city?
    Pushing that aside for the moment, Lana focused all her energy on her manuscript. And if Victor’s kisses, or some of the ways he’d touched her last night slipped into her mind, she forced them out and made her mind work through the plot of her story instead of fantasizing about being with Victor once again. Although some of the sex scenes did end up in her book and she felt racy and daring just writing them down.
    By the late afternoon, she shut down her computer and eagerly got ready for her evening with Victor. The previous night, her hands were shaking out of fear of failure, rejection or continued dislike of the sexual process.
    She dressed carefully again tonight but instead of her hands shaking out of fear, they were shaking with excitement. She couldn’t wait to see Victor, to have him hold her in his strong, muscular arms and feel him against her.
Sighing, she put on a pretty pink color of lipstick, then surveyed her appearance in the mirror. What a difference twenty-four hours makes, she thought and smiled.
    That night was the first of many nights of pleasure with Victor. Just like that first time, she would wake up in Victor’s bed with a smile on her face even though she was usually alone. She didn’t even mind that part, knowing that Victor would leave her something on the bedside table. It was just a note or a cup of coffee, sometimes a single flower but whatever it was, it made her smile as she read the words or took in the delicate scent of the rose he thoughtfully left for her. She learned to bring a change of clothes with her when she met with him, knowing where their evenings would end up and she’d be too exhausted to get home once they were finally sexually exhausted.
    Surprisingly, it wasn’t just the sex that excited her, Lana acknowledged. She loved talking with him. Once their mutual desire was satisfied, Victor would ask her about her day, laughing when she told him a funny part of her book or helping her with a strategic point. He didn’t tell her much about his work but he still told her funny things that happened. He never seemed to be frustrated by the events of his day, or have problems he couldn’t solve. He was rational and immensely capable, she gathered from their conversations and even his intelligence and the cool way he spoke of his meetings was interesting, and shockingly, a turn on for her. His intelligence and thought processes somehow made him seem more secure, more….she wasn’t sure exactly how to define it but she liked it about him.
    She never woke up in his arms, but Victor had figured out what time she generally woke up and he’d call her to talk and make plans for their next rendezvous. And as promised, she let Jimmy drive her home each morning. Apparently the chauffer would drive Victor to his office early although Lana had no idea