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Off to the side, Serra held her breath as she watched our exchange. Then, she approached without emotion. “They’re ready.”Mayor Townsend looked into my eyes. “Shall we?” It was his silent understanding of what I was telling him. He might have had my ear, but my decisions would ultimately be my own.We walked out together, and cameras started flashing as we stepped in front of the barrage of reporters who quickly descended upon us.“Mayor Townsend, what does it mean that you are endorsing Logan Ambrose for Senator?” one reporter asked as he shoved a microphone to his face.“Mr. Ambrose, are you announcing your decision to run for office?” another reporter asked.But Serra and the mayor’s entourage held them off. “Ladies and gentlemen, please hold your questions until the end.”As Mayor Townsend stepped up to the microphone and raised his arms, his smile never faded as a

She knelt between my legs and smiled as she slowly unzipped my pants. I raised up as she pulled my pants down and discarded them onto the floor.“Fuck, Alyssa,” I said, so turned on that I was ready to come.She knelt over me and kissed down my chest until she reached my boxers and I held my breath. She looked up at me and grinned as she clasped her fingers on the sides of my boxers and slid them slowly down as she kissed down my legs, careful not to touch my hard cock, lighting every nerve ending in my body on fire. There was something very sexy about not being able to touch her, and being at her mercy.She knelt on the bed between my legs and watched my eyes as she undid her bra and let it slide down her arms and onto the floor.“God. You’re so hot,” I breathed as I bit my lower lip.A broad grin spread across her face at my reaction as she shimmied out of her thong, revealing her cleaned-shaved pussy, sending me ove

 After quickly unpacking my briefcase with the client files I had taken home, I stowed it under my desk and walked into the reception room. Craig was sitting on one of the club chairs, waiting, but stood as I approached.“Craig,” I said, giving him a quick air kiss over his cheek, careful not to smudge my lipstick. “What brings you in town?”“Can we talk for a minute?” he asked, his eyes hopeful.My heart sank with dread as I sensed what this was going to be about. “Sure. Let’s go into my office, shall we?” I said as I gestured the way.He held out his arm for me to go first. I dreaded being alone with him, but, then again, he might just be there for some contracts.“Would you like me to prepare some new contracts for you?” I asked as I sat behind my desk.He shook his head. “Alyssa, would you mind if we go downstairs for some coffee?”“I can have

Logan After my meeting with Frank, I headed back to my apartment to prepare dinner for Alyssa, excited to tell her the news. I stopped at a bakery and a meat market, and even picked up some candles, wanting everything to be perfect. I had even called my cleaning lady and had asked her to come over that afternoon to make sure that everything was in order.As soon as I got home, I showered and changed into jeans and a black dress shirt, open at the neck, and then donned my black boots, letting my hair go a bit wilder than normal, feeling more like myself than I had for a very long time.I put on some soft music and iced the champagne, and then sautéed the shrimp to make Garlic Shrimp with butter sauce over pasta, along with a Caesar salad, and sliced tomatoes, drizzled in olive oil and a bit of vinaigrette. Years ago, she loved it when I cooked for her, but I’d learned a lot about cooking since then. I just hoped she liked every

Alyssa The next morning, I left Logan sleeping on his bed, dressed, and gave him a light kiss on the forehead, careful not to wake him. He rolled over, smiling, and hugged his pillow. I loved watching him sleep. I hated to leave him, and wished I could climb back into bed with him, but I had appointments on the book. Since I had moved to New York, word had spread quickly and business was booming. A twinge of guilt pulled at my chest, because I knew a lot of it had to do with Curt.Eying the notepad and pen on Logan’s dresser, I quickly scribbled a note. My Dearest Logan:Thanks for dinner. I especially liked the ‘main course’. Come to my place for dinner tonight … and no complaining about my cooking! LOL!Until Then,Allie It was funny. He was the one who started calling me Allie, but he was the only one who called me that all the time. Somehow, it fit. Carryi