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Andrea willed away her tequila headache and glanced at her cell as she walked into the elevator of her office parking garage the next morning. No messages.

Like a fool, she’d slept with the damn phone on her nightstand, just in case. In case Connor O’Brian called. What was her problem? Was she reverting to junior high behavior?

It was stupid and asinine to mope around. She was a mover and a shaker. She didn’t have time for…well, for relationships. Not that what she and Connor had shared was a relationship. Not that she’d want it to be. No, sir.

But the fact that she hadn’t heard one word from him gave her pause. Had she just been a convenience? Had what they shared been merely a way for Connor O’Brian to get his jollies, relieve a little pressure?

She didn’t want to believe it. She knew when a man was interested, and Connor O’Brian had been interested. More than interested.

The alternative was too humiliating to contemplate.

On the bright side, she noted, checking messages and e-mails at her desk, he hadn’t canceled their morning appointment.

“Lisa.” She leaned toward the edge of her desk, scanning her schedule. “Lisa!”

“I said what!” Lisa skidded to a stop just inside the door. “Must you yell like that?” She rubbed her furrowed brow. “One of us has the hangover from hell.”

“I warned you about the Jello shots.”

“Hey, they were free, since the bridal shower had canceled. No point in letting them go to waste. Anyway, you bellowed?”

“Yes. Did you put in the call for the limo for my morning appointment?” Thoughts of what she and Connor could do in the relative privacy of the back of the stretch limo owned by Redd Hot Properties had her all but squirming on the seat of the padded leather desk chair. Of course, it was only a fantasy. She knew better.

She hoped.

“IOI. Called after I got home last night. The driver will be here by nine.” Lisa rubbed her forehead again. “If you don’t need anything else, is it okay if I go home after you leave? I can switch the calls to my place.”

“Hmm? Oh, sure. I just have the one client. Depending on how the showing goes, I may or may not make it back into the office today.” Andrea stood and smoothed her black pencil skirt. She reached for the matching jacket, hanging on the visitor’s chair. “If you don’t want to be disturbed, just roll the phone over to the service and take the day off.”

“OMG! You’re not making a BFD about me leaving. You’re planning something.” Her eyes narrowed. “Spill.”

“Words, Lisa, use words, please.” Andrea paused by the brushed stainless framed mirror and checked her lip gloss. “And the only thing I’m planning is showing Mr. O’Brian some beach property in the hopes of finally getting him to commit to one.”

She walked into the bathroom adjoining her office, discreetly closing the door.

“Maybe he’ll commit to something else, something more, ah, personal!” Lisa’s voice carried through the door.

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Andrea paused, then stepped out of her thong and stuffed it in her purse.

It had nothing to do with emotions. It had nothing to do with sex, even. She was determined to make a sale.

She had no intentions of having sex again in an attempt to sell a house. But she wasn’t adverse to a little sexual teasing to get Connor’s attention.

Hell, maybe if he thought they’d do it again, he’d be speedier about making a decision on a beach house.

And once he’d signed on the dotted line…Well, she wasn’t adverse to letting nature take its course.

Assuming his funding was in order, of course.