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straight black hair. Not as straight or as black as Erica’s, but in many ways more appealing, at least to her.
    His hair had a chestnut cast to it in the light. And though she knew he was only in his early thirties, a bit of silver showed in his sideburns. His hair was a little too long at the nape, as if regular haircuts weren’t high on his list of priorities. And judging by how often it was tousled, he didn’t bother much with combs, either. She imagined him showering, shaving, combing his hair—and ending his personal grooming right there. She smiled.
    The mental picture of him in the shower lingered, but his suits were so concealing, she could only guess at his physique. He was tall, lean in the middle, and his feet and hands were large. Beyond that, she didn’t know.
    She liked his eyes best. The many times when they’d spoken, his vivid blue eyes had been very direct. He tended to focus on her with a lot of intensity.
    She shivered, but it wasn’t from cold.
    So many times her mind had wandered while chatting with him. Her heart would race, her skin would flush. She’d thought him dangerous to her, a threat to her independence, and she’d deliberately kept their association as casual, as business-like, as possible.
    But now she’d sought him out.
    Would his eyes look that intense, hot from within, when he made love with her? That alone would be nice, she decided, remembering how her husband had always looked … distant from her. He’d treated her like nothing more than a convenient body, using her to gain his own pleasure.
    Cameron would be aware of her, she was sure.
    Was he at home right now, watching that risqué movie? Was he excited? Hard?
    Her own soft groan sounded in the silence of her empty bedroom. Rolling to her side, she looked out the window. Snowflakes fell steadily, making patterns on the dark window. She could just make out the faint glow of colored Christmas lights on the house across the street.
    Cameron would be alone for Christmas, just like her.
    Her heart gave a funny little thump, sort of a poignant pain. The holidays were so lonely, so sad. If she and Cameron were together …
    No! She wanted this one night of sex, but that was all. She didn’t want or need another relationship, and sharing a holiday, especially one as emotional as Christmas, would definitely be a commitment of sorts. Wouldn’t it?
    She shook her head. Her independence was important to her, and she did just fine on her own. A steady relationship would intrude on that.
    Was Cameron watching the movie? Was he thinking of her?
    Disturbed by her own conflicting, changing thoughts, she sat up abruptly and turned on the light. Curiosity swamped her, made her body hot and tingly. She reached for the phone and dialed the operator. Cameron was too new to the area to be in the phone book, but the operator had a listing for him.
    Asia clutched the phone, daring herself to call him, to ask him … what? If he was pleasuring himself? She imagined what that would entail and sensation exploded, like a tide of moist warmth, making her breath catch. She could easily visualize his large strong hand wrapped around his erection. She could see his beautiful blue eyes vague with lust, his hard jaw clenched, thighs and abdomen tensed as he stroked faster and faster…
    She gasped with the image, feeling her own mear sure of burning excitement Shaking, breathing too hard and fast, she bit her lip and dialed the number.
    Cameron’s sleep-rough voice answered on the third ring. “Hello?”
    Asia froze. Oh, God, he’d been sleeping, not indulging in erotic daydreams or self-pleasure! Talk about missing the mark.
    Her mouth opened but nothing came out. She’d awakened him when she didn’t have a legitimate reason for calling.
    “Hello?” he said again, this time with some impatience.
    Asia slammed down the phone. Her heart galloped hard enough to hurt her ribs, and her stomach felt funny, kind of tight and sweet. In a rush she turned