Skinny Dipping (The Au Pairs 2)

"I'm sorry I haven't been by the club," Jeremy was saying. "Work has been killer."

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"That's okay," Eliza said. "Make it up to me tonight at Seventh Circle?"

He nodded. "I'll be there."

"Me too," said Ryan, still holding the bouquet of flowers, but Eliza was already gone.

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forbidden love is the greatest aphrodisiac

JACQUI RAPPED ON THE DOOR. SHE KNEW PHILIPPE was sulking inside. Having lost the game in the most humiliating manner--6-0, 6-0, 6-3--he had stormed off the court. But watching Anna watch him at the game, Jacqui decided that she might just want to help him feel ... better. She opened the door and walked in, just as Anna Perry was walking out.

"Oh! Excuse me!" Jacqui said. "I was just--"

"The children's wing is that way, Jacqui," Anna said in a cold voice.

"Yes, I ... I was just looking for Cody's blanket," Jacqui said, hurrying away. She ran down the hallway, and when Anna's footsteps receded, she tiptoed quickly back to Philippe's door.

"Hurry, open up, it's me," she whispered.

"It's open," he whispered back.

She walked in to find Philippe lying on his bed, smoking a cigarette and looking a little more relaxed than he had earlier when he'd thrown his racket against the concrete and pushed away the TV cameras.

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"What was that about?" she asked.

"What?" Philippe replied.

"Anna." Jacqui motioned over her shoulder.

"Who?"

"Our boss. Was she just with you?"

Philippe shrugged.

Jacqui pressed her lips tightly together. Looking at Philippe now, completely sweaty from the match, his honey blond hair damp and stuck to his handsome face, she could hardly resist him. Knowing she wasn't supposed to be with him made her want him even more. But if he really was having an affair with Anna Perry, then that was another story.

"Don't worry about Anna Perry," Philippe said, practically reading her mind. "It's not your concern. Can I help it if she is attracted to me? But me, I am not attracted to her, so there is nothing between us."

"That's not what I was thinking," Jacqui lied.

Philippe took a drag from his cigarette, letting the smoke whirl around them. "Really." He smiled.

Jacqui smiled back. God, he was hot. "Well, how are you feeling? Are you okay?" she asked gently.

"It's just a game," he said, stubbing out his cigarette and readjusting his head against a pillow.

"Well, I'm sorry." Jacqui looked at the door, nervous that Anna would come back at any minute.

"I'm sorry too," Philippe said. "But as Americans say, you win

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