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The Exposure

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   “My God, Meagan,” he finally said. “You are magnificent.”
   He liked it. From the looks of it, he more than liked it. “Thank you. Someone told me I looked good in this color.”
   “Someone has a good eye.”
   She looked him up and down, not sure she’d ever seen him in a suit and tie. He looked sexy as hell and then some. “Someone has a good everything.”
   He made a noise that sounded like something between a moan and a growl. He took a step closer to her, but didn’t touch her. “We’d better be on our way before I’m tempted to rip that gown off you and show you just how good my everything is.”
   Promise? danced on her lips, but she bit it back. “Let me grab my purse.”
   As she turned to get her things, he gave a low moan she couldn’t help but smile at.
   Oh yes, the back of the gown was almost nonexistent.
   * * *
   Guy had rented out the entire restaurant for the evening and even though she and Luke were a few minutes early, when they stepped inside, she was surprised by the number of people present. Everyone had their nose in the air, as if silently judging the people around them. The decor was contemporary and uninspired. From what she could tell, the dinner appeared as if it was going to be just as stuffy and boring as she had feared. At least she had Luke to liven up her evening.
   He took her coat and gave it to the hostess to check; then he placed his hand low on her back, right where skin met the fabric. The warmth of his touch felt good and her body relaxed. Yes, inviting him had been the best decision she’d made in the last few months.
   “Do you know all these people?” he asked in a whisper.
   “Only about fifteen percent.”
   Across the room, Guy saw her and waved. She put on her fake smile and waved back, groaning softly when he spoke briefly to the people he was standing by and headed her way.
   “What?” Luke asked, but there wasn’t time to tell him anything because within seconds Guy stood in front of them.
   “Meagan.” Guy gave her cheek an air kiss and looked her over. “Wow, you look great. And who is this?” he added with a nod toward Luke.
   “I’m Luke DeVaan, an old friend of Meagan’s,” he replied before she could get anything out.
   Luke stood about two inches taller than Guy’s six feet, but Guy still looked her date up and down in appraisal. “Old friend? I’m one of Meagan’s old friends and I don’t remember her ever mentioning you.”

   “Isn’t that funny?” Luke asked by way of an answer. “I don’t remember her ever mentioning you before, either.”
   The two men kept on staring at each other as if silently trying to determine who’d known her the longest. Meagan rolled her eyes. Men. Honestly.
   “Luke, Guy and I met in college,” she said. Guy’s smile got bigger seconds before she took him down a notch. “Guy, Luke and I met shortly after I graduated from high school.”
   It was Luke’s turn to smile big and Meagan decided maybe the dinner wasn’t going to be so boring after all. She turned to Guy. “I never mentioned Luke to you because we only dated for a short while. In fact, I went out of my way to ignore him for the last several years.”
   “But I’m persistent,” Luke added.
   “That you are.”
   Guy tipped his head. “I’m glad you could make it,” he said, but his voice didn’t sound as if he meant it.
   Luke started rubbing her back with only his thumb and she could have hummed in pleasure. How in the world had she forgotten how good his hands felt? More important, how had she managed to live without it for so long?
   “Congratulations on your nomination,” Luke added.
   “Thank you.” Guy lightly brushed Meagan’s bare shoulder. “I wouldn’t be here without Meagan.”
   Luke tensed beside her. Because Guy touched her? He would have to get over it; they weren’t in a club, after all. No one had to ask his permission to interact with her.
   “Now, Guy,” she chided. “I just gave you a push. You did all the hard work yourself.”
   “That’s kind of you to say. What do you do, Luke?”
   “I run an art gallery downtown and a few clubs in the city.”
   “Oh, diversified. Interesting. What kind of clubs? Maybe I’ve been to one.”
   “Trust me. You haven’t.”
   Guy opened his mouth to reply, but Meagan beat him to it. “Luke, come with me over to meet Mr. Black. He’s the CEO.”
   She dragged him a few feet away. “What are you doing? What was that?”
   “What was what? I simply told him there was no way in hell he’d ever been to one of my clubs.”
   “He may have. You never know.”
   “He hasn’t. I know.”
   Whatever. It wasn’t worth a fight and she didn’t want to ruin the evening. If that meant breaking up their little testosterone battle, she would. She peered around the crowd, trying to find Mr. Black, but he was so short, he often got lost in groups. “Well, I seem to have lost my boss.”
   “No worries. We can go pick on Guy some more.”
   “No, we can’t. Honestly, what’s gotten into you?”
   “I didn’t like the way he looked at you and then touched you. More than that, you let him kiss your cheek. You haven’t even let me do that.”
   “It was an air kiss. You want to give me an air kiss?” She lifted her head slightly, offering him her cheek.
   He dipped his head, as if he was going to take her up on the offer, but instead he simply whispered, “No, thanks, sweetheart. I have my sights set on a different kind of kiss. I’ll bide my time until then.”