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over the edge and into oblivion when he yelled out, completely out of control.   His war cry was like a surrender, and to have a man this determined and powerful give up to me, was a drug.   I lost my mind in that moment, caring only about the sex we were having and making plans to have more of it in the future.

    I shut the door in his face, refusing to promise whether I’d go to the dinner meeting or not.   I still wasn’t sure it was a good idea - in fact, I was quite certain it was a bad idea, but something about him or the magic in his hands, made it impossible for me to not be at least highly tempted.
    “I’ll be here at six to get you,” he said through the door.   And then he was gone.
    I went to the window and watched his car back out and drive away.   My hand strayed down to the front of my panties that I’d put back on.   They were damp and my body was still extra sensitive.   He had some kind of powerful magic in those hands of his.   Or maybe it was his other parts that held the magic.   I smiled thinking about it.
    On my way to the kitchen for some water, fully dressed again, I heard the front door opening.   I went back out into the main room to greet my roommate.
    “Hey, what’s up?” she asked, throwing her purse down on the floor by the door.   “Anything good happen while I was gone?”
    “Uhhh, not really.”
    She stopped in her tracks and narrowed her eyes at me, pointing at my face with a manicured, painted fingernail.   “Guilty look.”
    “What?”   I frowned, trying to act innocent.
    “Don’t even try it.   Something happened.   You look so guilty right now it’s ridiculous.   What’d you do?”
    “Nothing, geez,” I said, turning back towards the kitchen, hiding my expression from her.
    She followed me in and opened the fridge.   “I saw that Audi pulling out of our space on my way in.   Are you going to try and tell me that wasn’t Alexander Blackstone out there?”
    I choked on my water.   “Oh, damn.   You saw that?”   I tried not to smile but it was impossible.
    “Kind of hard to miss.”   She grinned back at me.   “So what was he doing here?”   She lifted the orange juice carton up to her mouth, arching an eyebrow as she waited for my answer.
    “If you drink directly out of that carton again, I’m going to smack you,” I said, getting a juice glass out of the cupboard and handing it to her.
    She poured her juice into the small glass and then lifted it up at me.   “Cheers.   Here’s to hot cars and hot sex.”
    I sighed, giving up on playing coy.   “He came here because he wants to talk to me about a job tonight over dinner.   In Palm Beach.   Working for him in PR, I think.”
    “Awesome!   Rosie, that’s so cool!”   She grabbed me into a quick hug around the neck.
    “Cool?   I’d call it more a disaster in the making.”
    “Why?   He’s hot, rich, and looking to employ you.   And you are hot, not rich, and in desperate need of a job.   The math totally works.”
    “Yeah, except he has a lunatic ex-girlfriend, and he’s a friggin politician.   I’m a college student.”
    “Not for long.   Pretty soon you’re going to be an unemployed graduate looking for a job in one of the worst economies the world has ever seen.   Soooo, yeah.   I think you know where I’m going with this.”
    “You think I should talk to him.”
    “Yeah.   And take the damn job!   Shit , Rose, you won’t take money from me or my parents, and you have almost no money left in your bank account.   What other choice do you have?   You’re not going to drop out of school right before you’re ready to finish.   I won’t let you.”
    “I always have a choice,” I mumbled, looking down into my glass.
    Jessica moved over and hugged me again, this time more gently.   “Listen, roomie.   He’s not a bad guy.   My parents say he’s the real deal.   You know, honest guy trying to do the right thing in politics.”   She pulled