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may I sit down?"
"Sure. But give me a minute. I need to go sign
off on a conversation I was having."
She nodded, sinking into an armchair while he
sent classyredbottom a message that he had
unexpected company and had to go.
Standing just around the corner from where she
was sitting, he studied her without her knowledge.
Her blonde hair fell silky and smooth to her
shoulders, the shoulders of a woman who had
natural strength in them. Below them the ripe
curves of her breasts and hips were fully defined by
her clothing, and he felt himself stirring. Dare he
hope that the pie and hairbrush were a peace
offering and not a goodbye of some kind?
Looking his way, she caught his glance. He must
have no longer looked peeved, for her smile
bloomed fully as she watched him approach. He
could feel himself fighting a grin. Grabbing a chair
from the kitchen and swinging it around so that he
straddled it backwards, he rested his arms and chin
on the top of the chair's back.
"All right. What have you got to say for
yourself?" He tried to look severe but failed.
Sighing, he said, "Crap. I can't stay mad at you.
You broke my heart, yet here I am smiling at you.
Fuck, I'm in deep," he groaned.
Anne spoke crisply. "First, I want to thank you
again for taking my son to the radio station. I knew
he would really enjoy a techie tour, not one from his
mother, and I did have to talk with Harold. He
wouldn't have shown up on my doorstep
unannounced unless something big was up."
"I know something big was up, because you
jumped on it . . . and him." Warren looked away,
sulking.
Closing her eyes and shaking her head, she said,
"Okay, you want to talk about that first?"
"Seems like the most important place to start,"
he growled. "I can't believe you were ready to jump
my bones, and then not fifteen minutes later you
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were humping the ex. Are you just the horniest
woman alive, or do you really not care whom you
fuck?"
Stung, Anne cried, "Of course I care!" Her lower
lip quivered and her eyes were unusually bright.
Digging into her purse for a tissue, she wiped her
eyes and blew her nose before continuing.
"Harold told me he wanted me back. He
apologized for every awful thing he ever did and
practically begged me to remarry him. I told him no
and explained that my life was here now. But he
and I always had a strong . . . connection, so after
he stood me up and kissed me, well, there was no
stopping till we had done the deed.
"I'm so sorry I hurt you, Warren. I didn't plan to
have sex with Harold. It just happened, but it was a
shitty thing to do to you, and I'm sorry. I was with
that man nearly a quarter of a century, and he
fathered my two children. I wish I could have my
moment of weakness back. But it's done, and
Harold and I are also done. We ironed out the final
details and will try to be friends, for the sake of our
kids. Harold's really not a bad guy."
As she took a deep breath, he said, "Where does
that leave us?"
"I'm getting there. Hold on," she said.
"The past two days with my son and my ex-
husband were a gift. Harold and I mended a lot of
fences, and it was the first time I'd had fun with him
in years not to mention what a treat it was to
explore Atlanta with Max.
"I've had a lot of time to think about who
matters to me, and why, over the past few days.
"Just before I came over here, I called Ron in
Atlanta and told him to have a nice life without me.
Now I'm here, and I want you to know how I feel
about you. Warren, one of us is going to have to
quit working at WTPD, because I'm crazy about
you."
Jerking his head up, he stared at her. "You are?"
"What, did you think I was coming over here to
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tell you goodbye?"
"The thought crossed my mind," he admitted.
Anne went to kneel before him, taking both his
hands in hers, gazing up at him.
"I want you. I might even love you. I don't
know. All I do know is that I need you in my life,
and not just as a friend. But I can't date you
seriously if I'm your boss. If you want me, we need
to find a way to make this work. That means one of
us has to leave the station. Do you still want me,
Warren?"
The two of them looked into each other's eyes
for a moment, until he nodded mutely. Anne
stretched up to kiss him lightly. Warren cupped her
face with his hands, kissing back, his tongue
skimming across her lips.
"So," she breathed, "What do we do next?"
"We'll find a way to work this out. How do you
feel about the age difference? Honestly?"
Though her mouth quivered, she smiled, saying,
"Somehow that doesn't matter to me anymore.
Unless that's a problem for you?" she added with
alarm.
"Not to me. I agree with Ben Franklin: older
women make the best lovers because they are so
very grateful," he teased. Sticking her tongue out at
him, he teased back, "Watch out, Anne. Are you
sure you want me to add on more smacks for
brattiness?"
Standing, he helped her rise before he kissed
her deeply, his arms wrapped tightly around her.
Both of them now breathing hard, he grinned as he
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may I sit down?"
"Sure. But give me a minute. I need to go sign
off on a conversation I was having."
She nodded, sinking into an armchair while he
sent classyredbottom a message that he had
unexpected company and had to go.
Standing just around the corner from where she
was sitting, he studied her without her knowledge.
Her blonde hair fell silky and smooth to her
shoulders, the shoulders of a woman who had
natural strength in them. Below them the ripe
curves of her breasts and hips were fully defined by
her clothing, and he felt himself stirring. Dare he
hope that the pie and hairbrush were a peace
offering and not a goodbye of some kind?
Looking his way, she caught his glance. He must
have no longer looked peeved, for her smile
bloomed fully as she watched him approach. He
could feel himself fighting a grin. Grabbing a chair
from the kitchen and swinging it around so that he
straddled it backwards, he rested his arms and chin
on the top of the chair's back.
"All right. What have you got to say for
yourself?" He tried to look severe but failed.
Sighing, he said, "Crap. I can't stay mad at you.
You broke my heart, yet here I am smiling at you.
Fuck, I'm in deep," he groaned.
Anne spoke crisply. "First, I want to thank you
again for taking my son to the radio station. I knew
he would really enjoy a techie tour, not one from his
mother, and I did have to talk with Harold. He
wouldn't have shown up on my doorstep
unannounced unless something big was up."
"I know something big was up, because you
jumped on it . . . and him." Warren looked away,
sulking.
Closing her eyes and shaking her head, she said,
"Okay, you want to talk about that first?"
"Seems like the most important place to start,"
he growled. "I can't believe you were ready to jump
my bones, and then not fifteen minutes later you
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were humping the ex. Are you just the horniest
woman alive, or do you really not care whom you
fuck?"
Stung, Anne cried, "Of course I care!" Her lower
lip quivered and her eyes were unusually bright.
Digging into her purse for a tissue, she wiped her
eyes and blew her nose before continuing.
"Harold told me he wanted me back. He
apologized for every awful thing he ever did and
practically begged me to remarry him. I told him no
and explained that my life was here now. But he
and I always had a strong . . . connection, so after
he stood me up and kissed me, well, there was no
stopping till we had done the deed.
"I'm so sorry I hurt you, Warren. I didn't plan to
have sex with Harold. It just happened, but it was a
shitty thing to do to you, and I'm sorry. I was with
that man nearly a quarter of a century, and he
fathered my two children. I wish I could have my
moment of weakness back. But it's done, and
Harold and I are also done. We ironed out the final
details and will try to be friends, for the sake of our
kids. Harold's really not a bad guy."
As she took a deep breath, he said, "Where does
that leave us?"
"I'm getting there. Hold on," she said.
"The past two days with my son and my ex-
husband were a gift. Harold and I mended a lot of
fences, and it was the first time I'd had fun with him
in years not to mention what a treat it was to
explore Atlanta with Max.
"I've had a lot of time to think about who
matters to me, and why, over the past few days.
"Just before I came over here, I called Ron in
Atlanta and told him to have a nice life without me.
Now I'm here, and I want you to know how I feel
about you. Warren, one of us is going to have to
quit working at WTPD, because I'm crazy about
you."
Jerking his head up, he stared at her. "You are?"
"What, did you think I was coming over here to
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tell you goodbye?"
"The thought crossed my mind," he admitted.
Anne went to kneel before him, taking both his
hands in hers, gazing up at him.
"I want you. I might even love you. I don't
know. All I do know is that I need you in my life,
and not just as a friend. But I can't date you
seriously if I'm your boss. If you want me, we need
to find a way to make this work. That means one of
us has to leave the station. Do you still want me,
Warren?"
The two of them looked into each other's eyes
for a moment, until he nodded mutely. Anne
stretched up to kiss him lightly. Warren cupped her
face with his hands, kissing back, his tongue
skimming across her lips.
"So," she breathed, "What do we do next?"
"We'll find a way to work this out. How do you
feel about the age difference? Honestly?"
Though her mouth quivered, she smiled, saying,
"Somehow that doesn't matter to me anymore.
Unless that's a problem for you?" she added with
alarm.
"Not to me. I agree with Ben Franklin: older
women make the best lovers because they are so
very grateful," he teased. Sticking her tongue out at
him, he teased back, "Watch out, Anne. Are you
sure you want me to add on more smacks for
brattiness?"
Standing, he helped her rise before he kissed
her deeply, his arms wrapped tightly around her.
Both of them now breathing hard, he grinned as he
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