THE DOOR TO THE ladies’ room swung open and Hank Madison swooped in. Standing at the marble-topped vanity that featured four sinks, and clutching her damp white hand-towel to her chest, Maddie gasped.

“Hank!”

He looked around at this female territory he’d invaded. “Nice.” Then he focused on her, his gaze roving over her face. “We need to go. We need to begin the meeting.”

“Yeah, I know. That’s why I’m in here. I told you I suffer from stage fright.”

“Maddie, Maddie, Maddie,” Hank said slowly, sensually. “I can’t make you go out there. And right now I don’t care if you do or if you don’t. I’m happy just to be in here with you.”

He approached her with a slow, rolling gait that had Maddie involuntarily tensing. When Hank stood directly in front of her, he looked down into her eyes.

“Maddie, I want to—”

“Me too,” she breathed, grabbing his tie and pulling him to her. She raised her face for his kiss. And Hank obliged, lowering his head until her mouth met his.

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