jeans skirt and white
cotton blouse. Not the image of the sexy woman she wanted to project but it
would have to do.
As Cadence rushed through her morning grooming schedule, she
couldn’t help but wonder what she would say when she saw Preston. Would he
offer apologies? Regrets? She certainly hoped so. This time she wouldn’t let
him off the hook so easily.
7:11.
She blow-dried her hair, downed the rest of her Diet Coke
and then put on her jeans skirt and cotton blouse.
7:28.
She should really get back to New Haven. The Witch expected
her to vacate the condo pronto. She didn’t want anybody else touching her
stuff.
That’s what the old Cadence Burke would’ve done. The new
Cadence said—screw Victoria and her demands!
Taking a deep breath and one last look in the mirror, her
confidence zoomed. She looked decent. More than decent.
7:30.
At that moment, her room phone rang. She ran to grab it and
knocked her shin into the frame of the bed.
Damn!
Rubbing the sore spot, she answered.
“Miss Burke, there is a gentlemen here by the name of
Preston Night.”
Even the sound of his name sent her body into a frenzy of
need. “Thank you, I’ll be right down.”
She replaced the receiver, a silly grin on her face.
Are you even thinking straight? Why hadn’t she asked
the receptionist to send him on up? Was there some kind of rule that sex could
only occur at night? Hell no.
She realized she liked being a seductress, a sex kitten, a
woman about the town. She’d waited too long to find this out.
She grabbed a silk scarf and a purse. On her way to the
elevator, she tried to talk herself out of her sexual fantasy. He was here on
business. She’d important papers to sign.
Her heart overruled her head.
Limbs shaking, complete with goose bumps, she entered the
elevator. She hadn’t been this nervous since she’d given her dissertation and
that had been a speech in front of almost five hundred students and faculty.
She did her calming breaths. Breathe in, breathe out. One,
two, three…
Ping.
The elevator doors opened. She expected him to be there
waiting for her like he had been the night before but the hallway was empty.
She swallowed her panic and turned in the direction of the lobby.
There, leaning against a pillar, dressed in black Armani
with a light-blue shirt and matching tie, was the man she had suffered over for
the last twenty-four hours. He was beyond sexy. He was light years more than
titillating. And he was staring at her.
Head up. Shoulders back.
She walked toward him with a definite bounce in her step. He
was freshly shaved. His hair was combed perfectly in place, except for one
naughty lock that fell onto his forehead. Well, she’d have to do something
about that.
His cool green eyes searched her face. Did she detect a
flicker of uneasiness? Of regret? He smiled at her through perfect teeth rimmed
by firm, sensual lips. Her imagination hadn’t exaggerated last night. He was
definitely the man in her dreams.
Preston pushed off the pillar and sauntered toward her. His
powerful, well-muscled body moved with easy grace and confidence. It was his
style, and what attracted her to him in the first place. It’s what defined him.
He didn’t hold back this morning.
She sucked in her breath, unable to take her eyes from his
body. Whatever apprehension she’d carried with her was gone. As he approached
her, his mouth curved into a playful smile and grabbed her with its
heart-pounding magnetism.
Taking her by surprise, he grabbed both of her hands in his
strong, warm ones and pulled her close, kissing her lightly on the cheek. Her
breath slipped out of her at the touch of his warm, silky lips on her skin, and
waves of excitement crashed through her.
“You look fabulous.” He kept hold of her hands but stepped
back to take a long, admiring look.
“Same outfit I had on yesterday.”
He nodded. “Still looks great.”
“Thanks.”
“Sorry about last night.”
“No problem. Actually, I
cotton blouse. Not the image of the sexy woman she wanted to project but it
would have to do.
As Cadence rushed through her morning grooming schedule, she
couldn’t help but wonder what she would say when she saw Preston. Would he
offer apologies? Regrets? She certainly hoped so. This time she wouldn’t let
him off the hook so easily.
7:11.
She blow-dried her hair, downed the rest of her Diet Coke
and then put on her jeans skirt and cotton blouse.
7:28.
She should really get back to New Haven. The Witch expected
her to vacate the condo pronto. She didn’t want anybody else touching her
stuff.
That’s what the old Cadence Burke would’ve done. The new
Cadence said—screw Victoria and her demands!
Taking a deep breath and one last look in the mirror, her
confidence zoomed. She looked decent. More than decent.
7:30.
At that moment, her room phone rang. She ran to grab it and
knocked her shin into the frame of the bed.
Damn!
Rubbing the sore spot, she answered.
“Miss Burke, there is a gentlemen here by the name of
Preston Night.”
Even the sound of his name sent her body into a frenzy of
need. “Thank you, I’ll be right down.”
She replaced the receiver, a silly grin on her face.
Are you even thinking straight? Why hadn’t she asked
the receptionist to send him on up? Was there some kind of rule that sex could
only occur at night? Hell no.
She realized she liked being a seductress, a sex kitten, a
woman about the town. She’d waited too long to find this out.
She grabbed a silk scarf and a purse. On her way to the
elevator, she tried to talk herself out of her sexual fantasy. He was here on
business. She’d important papers to sign.
Her heart overruled her head.
Limbs shaking, complete with goose bumps, she entered the
elevator. She hadn’t been this nervous since she’d given her dissertation and
that had been a speech in front of almost five hundred students and faculty.
She did her calming breaths. Breathe in, breathe out. One,
two, three…
Ping.
The elevator doors opened. She expected him to be there
waiting for her like he had been the night before but the hallway was empty.
She swallowed her panic and turned in the direction of the lobby.
There, leaning against a pillar, dressed in black Armani
with a light-blue shirt and matching tie, was the man she had suffered over for
the last twenty-four hours. He was beyond sexy. He was light years more than
titillating. And he was staring at her.
Head up. Shoulders back.
She walked toward him with a definite bounce in her step. He
was freshly shaved. His hair was combed perfectly in place, except for one
naughty lock that fell onto his forehead. Well, she’d have to do something
about that.
His cool green eyes searched her face. Did she detect a
flicker of uneasiness? Of regret? He smiled at her through perfect teeth rimmed
by firm, sensual lips. Her imagination hadn’t exaggerated last night. He was
definitely the man in her dreams.
Preston pushed off the pillar and sauntered toward her. His
powerful, well-muscled body moved with easy grace and confidence. It was his
style, and what attracted her to him in the first place. It’s what defined him.
He didn’t hold back this morning.
She sucked in her breath, unable to take her eyes from his
body. Whatever apprehension she’d carried with her was gone. As he approached
her, his mouth curved into a playful smile and grabbed her with its
heart-pounding magnetism.
Taking her by surprise, he grabbed both of her hands in his
strong, warm ones and pulled her close, kissing her lightly on the cheek. Her
breath slipped out of her at the touch of his warm, silky lips on her skin, and
waves of excitement crashed through her.
“You look fabulous.” He kept hold of her hands but stepped
back to take a long, admiring look.
“Same outfit I had on yesterday.”
He nodded. “Still looks great.”
“Thanks.”
“Sorry about last night.”
“No problem. Actually, I
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