She had Saturdays off and had spent the morning cleaning, too intent on finishing her housework to take a break, even to eat. She was also afraid that if she stopped, she’d only start obsessing over last night—what she’d said and done and how Keith had responded. What on earth had possessed her to be so bold? She’d never been a tease, but she’d definitely been out to make Keith sit up and take notice. And she’d achieved her goal. She’d felt so vindicated to see the desire in his eyes, that rapt look on his face. But she’d been just as affected as he was. Anyway, he’d probably forgotten about her and her silly lingerie as soon as he drove off—went to Harper’s or somewhere else, while she tossed and turned all night, imagining his hands on her body. “Have you come to talk business?” she asked, because she had no interest in doing anything else. “No. I’ve come to take you to lunch.
