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An Excerpt from: She's Got Legs
When the Clock Strikes...
Copyright © 2006 Amanda Brice

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Broad shoulders, piercing blue eyes, chiseled features. Suddenly I regretted the thong I'd chosen to diminish any visible panty line, as it wasn't the most absorbent choice of lingerie and I was getting wetter by the second. Talk about hormones working on overdrive.

There was something really familiar about him, but I couldn't put my finger on it. Handsome in a classic, rugged way, like he'd walked straight out of central casting for an old Clint Eastwood movie, except for the black power suit and lack of a Stetson.

He was quite possibly the most incredibly good-looking man I'd ever seen face-to-face. No, he wasn't Jude Law, but I'd never met Mr. Law in person. But this guy...well, let's just say that my imagination was working overtime.

All the more reason to get out of there.

"Excuse me," I began as I shrugged out of his light hold. "I was just leaving."

My handsome stranger just laughed. "What, I scare you off?"

"No," I stammered. Great Daria. Perfect time for your gawkiness to come back. "I just have to get going."

He leaned in closer and I could detect the subtle, yet recognizable scent of D&G. I've never been a huge sucker for men's cologne, but on him, well, it worked. Let's just say that it was a good thing I was still sitting because I was definitely getting weak in the knees. My panties were pretty much useless by this point.

Kara's just gonna love me if I stain through her designer dress.

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Try as he might, Greg couldn't get the mystery woman out of his head. He'd be in the middle of an important business meeting with a prospective client when a colleague would say something that reminded him of her. Every time he walked by the pool in his condo community he'd see a bikini-clad teenager with long legs and he'd immediately go rock hard as he thought of the spectacular image of "Elaine" bending over.

Elaine. That was the worst part. He'd even stopped watching "Seinfeld" reruns, which meant he basically couldn't turn on the TV between the hours of six and eleven. Whenever he saw Julia Louis-Dreyfus' character he immediately thought of a way-hotter Elaine Benes.

Yeah, he lied to Ryan. She'd definitely gotten to him.

That's what didn't make sense. It's not like he really even knew her, despite the fact that he'd gone to school with Daria during his entire childhood in Westfield.

Pathetic. That's what he was.

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