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STORY EXCERPTStuart Wynne, CEO of Wynne enterprises, raised his commanding baritone voice. "All right Fallon, you made your point. Are you ready to come back to me?"She'd accompanied Michelle to the study part of Stuart's opulent thirtieth floor penthouse. Where Michelle had gone, she had no idea. She studied Stuart, tall with deep blue eyes, and short dark hair with a touch of gray. She'd gone with him for two years when she was principal show girl, and really loved him…or his money, she couldn't be sure. Regrettably, at the time, he belonged to someone else. Now, though she was tempted, she couldn't-she had married Dana. He'd warned her that Dana was a loser, but she'd been in heat. He was so gorgeous, like a movie star. "I can't. You know I'm married."Stuart rolled his eyes and sneered. "Humph! To a dealer, what's he make? A hundred grand?"At Stuart's sarcastic inquiry, her vision wandered past Stuart to the bright lights of the 'Las Vegas Strip.' "Eighty," she replied casually. As she took a seat, he repeated her answer, "Eighty?" and laughed derisively. "I make a thousand times that. See, he's not even a good dealer. Is he any good in bed?"Her gaze shifted back to Stuart. He'd gone too far and her nostrils flared in annoyance. "Yes, the best sex I've ever had."He raised a single skeptical eyebrow and cupped his chin with his left hand. "Really, at least he's good at something. Maybe, I underestimated him. How am I?" Stuart asked boldly. She wanted to hurt him. She wanted to say the worst, but she couldn't do it. "The second best."Out of how many?" he asked with a mischievous tone in his voice. She uncrossed her legs and sat up, knees and legs together. With her eyes narrowed and chin stuck out, she admonished him. "A gentleman would never ask that of a lady."The expectant look of his face changed to a frown. "Sorry."Apology accepted."Stuart's blue eyes narrowed. The corners of his lips curled up. "Then, my dear, if your husband is the best lover you've ever had
