I want him. I want all of him.

“So, if no one has any questions …” I hesitate, taking my gaze off Ben to scan the room.

Only about half of the members are here; most everyone else is either studying or has already left for winter break. No one raises their hand.

“Okay. Then, that concludes this meeting. I’ll see you all in the spring.”

People begin chatting or head for the door.

Slowly, I gather my notes, trying not to appear too eager even though I’m ready to sprint across the room. Turns out, I don’t have to.

“Power looks good on you.” Ben leans on the front of the podium, grinning down at me.

“Oh, really? You like seeing me tell people what to do?”

Ben’s gaze heats up as he traces my face with his eyes. “I like it when you tell me what to do.”

“Hmm.” I make a decision then. We’re going to talk. And then we’re going to do more than talk. “Ben?”

“Yes?”

“Go get the car and meet me out front. We’re going back to my place.”

He doesn’t even try to suppress the lust in his stare. “Yes, ma’am.” With swift steps, he heads out of the room.

Suddenly, I’m too hot but in a good way. Like when I’ve been walking in the cold and then step into a steaming shower. My skin tightens, and my cheeks flush.

If just the thought of being more intimate with Ben does this to me, what’s going to happen when we actually have sex? Will I faint?

Please don’t let me faint during sex.

With that mantra running through my head, I weave around the few people left, mouthing good-byes to those who make eye contact, and head toward the front door. The evening air cools my skin, and I tug my coat tighter.

That’s when I see him.

Roderick is leaning on his car just a bit of a ways past the building entrance. When he notices me, he gives a big wave and gestures me over.

Since I don’t see Ben, I hesitantly walk to where my ex-hook-up is waiting.

“What are you doing here, Roderick?” The question pops out of my mouth, my tone colder than I meant.

But he just smiles at me. “Wednesday night is your club. I dropped you off a couple of times.”

Yeah, months ago. Before Ben.

“Doesn’t really answer my question.”

“Right, yeah. Sorry it took so long. Work got crazy, and I finally figured out what you meant.” Roderick stands up from his car, hands tucked in his pockets, giving me a rueful grin.

“What do you mean, what I meant?” My arms wrap tight around my middle, more to guard me from the awkwardness of this conversation than to keep me warm.

“When you said what we were doing wasn’t working for you anymore. I totally get it. I want more than just hooking up, too. We’ll start dating. You can be my girlfriend.”