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He felt the familiar stirring in his groin. Damn, he thought. This was going to be one hell of a long night. Maybe he should have had Sarah the intern while he had a chance. He quickly grabbed his beer and tossed half of it down before allowing himself to meet her eyes again.
"So," he said, unsure of what to say to her.
"So," she said, with faint amusement evident in her voice. She could tell he was uncomfortable, and she was enjoying it.
"I'm Adam," he said, feeling silly.
"I know," she said. "I also know you work in Development, and you've been with the company since 1998. Before that, you worked for Nuance Communications, and you graduated from Baylor with Masters in Management in 1994, and your undergrad degree was in Graphic Design."
Who was this woman, he wondered, and how in the fuck did she know so much about him?
"You've done your homework," he said, downing the remainder of his beer.
"I always do," she replied.
"But I don't know anything about you," he said, flashing her a seductive smile.
"What would you like to know?" she responded.
"Well, your name, for one, and maybe where you work, that sort of thing."
"I'm Beth, and you know where I work, and I just started there this week."
"Well, Beth, it's nice to officially meet you. Where were you before you joined our little company?"
"A small firm on the coast. It's not important, really."
"Alright then...." Adam was at a loss for words. She clearly wanted to remain a mystery, which fit with his "she wants to get laid" theory, but it annoyed him nonetheless. She seemed to know everything about him, and he wasn't sure how, but yet she refused to tell him anything.
"So tell me--" He was ready to press harder for more information, but the first words were hardly out of his mouth when she changed the subject.
"So Adam, what did you think of the big meeting this afternoon?"
He laughed, trying to cover the fact that she had caught him off-guard. "It was the biggest waste of time," he said, and she laughed and nodded her agreement.
"Are they always like that?" she asked.
"Yeah, pretty much. You didn't miss much."
"So you noticed I was late, then."
"There wasn't much else to do in there except watch people." He gazed intently at her, hoping for something, a faint blush, anything that indicated she knew he'd been studying her.
She met his eyes and paused a moment, slowly licking her lips. God, she looked so hot, he thought. He wanted nothing more than to close the distance between them and suck on those full, peach-hued lips of hers.
"Do you always make it a habit to watch people?"
"Only when they're beautiful."
She looked at him as though she wasn't entirely sure if he was serious or just feeding her a line, and he wasn't entirely sure what the answer was.
* * *
"How about a game of pool?" Adam suggested. He was tired of sitting, and the thought of her bent over the pool table was a pleasant alternative.
"Sure," she seemed surprised at his suggestion. "You play?"
"A little." He had played quite a bit in college, and knew he was talented with a cue. This would be an easy win. "Loser buys the next round?"
"You feeling flush tonight?" Her directness surprised him.
Adam raised an eyebrow. "So the little lady thinks she can win?"
"The little lady knows she can win."
He followed her to the table, dropped in two quarters, and set up the rack.
Twenty minutes later, she had cleared the table, leaving him wondering what had gone wrong. Somewhere along the line, she had learned to play a damn good game of pool. And he didn't like losing a game he knew he could win. On the other hand, he'd been awfully distracted by her leaning over the table, her breasts spilling out of her shirt as she set up her shots. Her hair, he discovered, was lighter and more red than he thought at first, and it reminded him somewhat of the coat of the Irish Setter he'd had as a child. Adam set up the rack again, determined not to let himself get distracted this time.
* * *
At her suggestion, they abandoned their