How could Bree argue with a man who wouldn't argue back? When she left she had on brand new jeans, a silky soft blouse and new bra and bikini panties that felt like sin against her body. And of course, the Stetson. She couldn't do anything about her makeup, but at least she felt fresh. And her new boots, which had proved more comfortable than she'd expected, finished off the outfit in style and she hoped, took attention away from her naked face.Rafe tossed the bag with her other clothes in the back seat, then boosted her up in the front."Man, shopping really works up an appetite, doesn't it?"She couldn't help laughing. "Even when all you do is watch?""Especially then." He winked and cranked over the engine.The restaurant turned out to be everything he promised. The dining room with had high ceilings but walls divided the large room into smaller segments. Rafe was right, tough, that the real place to be was on the veranda, overlooking the river. They sat right by the railing

Friday night at the munch the allure of Bree Donovan had been almost purely sexual. Almost, because he sensed she kept a shield around herself. And she had been in the company of virtual strangers, trying to be on her best behavior. He didn't miss the unspoken sexual chemistry that blazed between them from the moment he greeted her at the edge of the patio. He saw in her eyes at once that she felt it as much as he did.He almost lost her when he thought she wouldn't stay for the performance. But then she did, and he couldn't help himself, couldn't keep from touching her. Whispering in her ear. Rubbing her cunt through her jeans until a small orgasm ripped through her. For some reason she hadn't stopped him, and a connection forged, whether she wanted to acknowledge it or not.He wasn't the only one who had enjoyed the past two days. Or every minute of last night. He'd pushed her boundaries because he'd sensed that latent, well-hidden need in her to turn the tables sexually, even for

"Come on, Bree," Naomi dimpled. "Get with the spirit of the holidays."But Bree just waved the hand holding the slips at her and made her way down the hall to her office. Breathing a sigh of relief, she firmly closed the door, set her briefcase beside her desk and her portfolio on her drafting table. She glanced around, stuck her purse in her drawer, hung up her coat, and tried to decide if she dared ask someone to get her coffee so she didn't have to brave the break room, certain it too, had been overrun with disgusting holiday decorations. Dropping into her chair she tried to figure out how she'd get through the next few weeks without losing it and cussing people out at the annual office party. Or any of the other events she might be scheduled to attend. She wondered if she could get out of some of them. Many of them. Most of them. An image of Rafe popped into her head, lying naked beneath a Christmas tree with a jingle bell tied to his cock. Instantly her panties dampened and h