As he sat at his desk waiting for Isa, he thought how he couldn’t wait to lay into Camp something fierce. Secretly, though, he imagined he could hug and kiss Camp if it meant a reunion with Isa. Cash palmed the ten-thousand-dollar casino chip in his pocket. He kept it on him wherever he went. He’d sworn it brought him luck, or at least easy times. He needed its power desperately now. When Isa walked in, Cash was in the office making last minute calls to organize an equipment delivery. They would need the site leveled. His eyes followed her in from the door. Not again, he thought, groaning to himself. She was wearing a silky metallic-gray pencil skirt that hugged every curve. And those stilettos, those fucking stilettos. He hardened instantly at the sight. He shifted in his chair to make room for his growing erection. When he got off the phone, Isa started talking about the advantages and disadvantages of column versus sheet piling in consideration of the soil properties.
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