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The blare of the music hit them as they left the restroom.
They walked the corridor in silence and before they reentered the bar, he said in a dry voice, “I suggest you let Stuart drive you home now.”
He didn’t wait for her answer and walked in sure strides, her arm caught in his grip. On his way out to the parking lot, he signaled Stuart.
Despite the remaining cold of the last days of winter lingering in the air, nothing seemed to ease the flush across Giulianna’s face.
“Richard, we have to talk,” she whispered, pulling at his arm.
He spun her to face him, and put his hands on her shoulders, not willing to let her go. She had the look of a woman who had just been thoroughly made love to, with her mouth reddened from his kisses. I want you. Now more than ever. If you only knew how
