If she stopped for one minute she’d think of Nash and she couldn’t afford to. Hell, he already consumed her thoughts twenty-three hours a day as it was. Nash made her want things she shouldn’t want. A man like Nash wasn’t for her. Her mind knew that but the rest of her wasn’t so damned convinced. Her body won out at least in part. The day after he’d left, she’d thought all day long and had come to the decision that an affair with a man like Nash would be fun. She’d have a great time in bed and most certainly learn a few things, and she liked him. He seemed to like her, too, although she wasn’t quite sure if a hundred percent of his niceness was real or practiced seduction. The fact was, they both knew sex was going to happen. As long as she went into the fling knowing it had an expiration date, she’d be all right. No harm, no foul and a lot of heat between the sheets for a while. True to his promise, he did e-mail. As ridiculous as it was, when she opened each one, a thrill went through her.
