was running
rampant, conjuring pictures of all manner of debauchery. Her face flushed hot.
She pressed on her face lightly with her fingertips to try to quell her
blushes. It was all she could do to contain herself. Sam had a way of making
her feel like a teenager, even after all the time they had been an item. The
romance felt as good to her as it had when he’d rolled his mail cart past her
desk back in Texas. The memory was clear and vivid even though that place and
that life were a world away. Sam had nodded and licked his lips. Then kept on
going by her. His swagger had caused her breath to be caught inside her throat that
day. Just like now, her heart had flip-flopped every time he was near.
Desiree had dressed for a date, forgoing the little black
dress for a sexy red one, complete with matching shoes and bag. All of her
layers were red. The plan was that her shoes would match her attire no matter
how undressed she got.
She sat at the table with her legs crossed at the ankles and
toyed with the glass of wine the waiter had brought her. Before she left the
house, she’d dabbed a touch of her favorite perfume behind her ears and then
spritzed some into the air and walked through the mist. The scent was layered
so that if they got that far, Sam could enjoy it all the way down to her skin.
Finally he walked through the door and slid up to the bar,
ignoring her. Desiree opened and then closed her mouth, a frown passing over
her face. What in the world? She was in plain view so there was no way he could
have missed her in the small space. She took another sip of her wine. Clearly,
Sam had games up his sleeve. She liked it. And she would play. If nothing else,
Desiree was a good sport and loved a challenge, but he would have to wait.
There was no way she was going to go to him. If cat and mouse was what he
wanted to play, Desiree was a master.
She bounced her leg as she waited and wondered where he was
going with things. Sam seemed to be calm as he perched on the bar stool. She
might have been imagining it, but it felt as if Sam was trying extra hard not
to look in her direction.
Sam said something to the bartender, then ordered a drink.
The bartender reached down and pulled out a glass clouded with cold. He picked
up an ice pick and chipped away at a block of ice behind the counter, chipping
until he’d formed a block of ice, perfectly fit to the glass. Desiree relaxed.
Sam must have ordered a fancy vodka or something. Probably an Oban, a Scottish
whisky only people who were serious about their spirits knew anything about. A
purr started in her throat. Oban made Sam get real comfortable real fast. Made
him forget about the job, Reed, anything that wasn’t right there, right then.
Desiree squeezed her knees together to keep her composure.
If he had any inhibitions at all, they would be gone by the time he threw back the
whisky. A slow smile crept across Desiree’s face. Maybe he would have two. Some
things were worth waiting for.
Finally, Sam pushed away from the bar and turned toward
Desiree. He winked, then grabbed his Oban in one hand and a wineglass in the
other. As he walked toward Desiree, their gazes locked. Her heart skipped a beat.
Their times together like this were usually few and far between and Desiree
cherished them. At times like this, they didn’t have to be anyone but
themselves.
Sam stopped just short of the table. “This seat taken?”
“It is now,” Desiree said.
He set the wineglass in front of Desiree. “I thought you
might enjoy this. It is some of the finest Malbec they have here.”
Desiree wet her lips, pulling the glass toward her. Sam
smelled wonderful. She inhaled, enjoying his scent. A teenager on a first date
had nothing on her. Her face was hot and her hands were sweating. It should be
illegal for a man to have this kind of effect on a grown woman.
“Are you waiting for someone?”
So we’re playing that game , she thought. Desiree took
a breath before she spoke. “I
rampant, conjuring pictures of all manner of debauchery. Her face flushed hot.
She pressed on her face lightly with her fingertips to try to quell her
blushes. It was all she could do to contain herself. Sam had a way of making
her feel like a teenager, even after all the time they had been an item. The
romance felt as good to her as it had when he’d rolled his mail cart past her
desk back in Texas. The memory was clear and vivid even though that place and
that life were a world away. Sam had nodded and licked his lips. Then kept on
going by her. His swagger had caused her breath to be caught inside her throat that
day. Just like now, her heart had flip-flopped every time he was near.
Desiree had dressed for a date, forgoing the little black
dress for a sexy red one, complete with matching shoes and bag. All of her
layers were red. The plan was that her shoes would match her attire no matter
how undressed she got.
She sat at the table with her legs crossed at the ankles and
toyed with the glass of wine the waiter had brought her. Before she left the
house, she’d dabbed a touch of her favorite perfume behind her ears and then
spritzed some into the air and walked through the mist. The scent was layered
so that if they got that far, Sam could enjoy it all the way down to her skin.
Finally he walked through the door and slid up to the bar,
ignoring her. Desiree opened and then closed her mouth, a frown passing over
her face. What in the world? She was in plain view so there was no way he could
have missed her in the small space. She took another sip of her wine. Clearly,
Sam had games up his sleeve. She liked it. And she would play. If nothing else,
Desiree was a good sport and loved a challenge, but he would have to wait.
There was no way she was going to go to him. If cat and mouse was what he
wanted to play, Desiree was a master.
She bounced her leg as she waited and wondered where he was
going with things. Sam seemed to be calm as he perched on the bar stool. She
might have been imagining it, but it felt as if Sam was trying extra hard not
to look in her direction.
Sam said something to the bartender, then ordered a drink.
The bartender reached down and pulled out a glass clouded with cold. He picked
up an ice pick and chipped away at a block of ice behind the counter, chipping
until he’d formed a block of ice, perfectly fit to the glass. Desiree relaxed.
Sam must have ordered a fancy vodka or something. Probably an Oban, a Scottish
whisky only people who were serious about their spirits knew anything about. A
purr started in her throat. Oban made Sam get real comfortable real fast. Made
him forget about the job, Reed, anything that wasn’t right there, right then.
Desiree squeezed her knees together to keep her composure.
If he had any inhibitions at all, they would be gone by the time he threw back the
whisky. A slow smile crept across Desiree’s face. Maybe he would have two. Some
things were worth waiting for.
Finally, Sam pushed away from the bar and turned toward
Desiree. He winked, then grabbed his Oban in one hand and a wineglass in the
other. As he walked toward Desiree, their gazes locked. Her heart skipped a beat.
Their times together like this were usually few and far between and Desiree
cherished them. At times like this, they didn’t have to be anyone but
themselves.
Sam stopped just short of the table. “This seat taken?”
“It is now,” Desiree said.
He set the wineglass in front of Desiree. “I thought you
might enjoy this. It is some of the finest Malbec they have here.”
Desiree wet her lips, pulling the glass toward her. Sam
smelled wonderful. She inhaled, enjoying his scent. A teenager on a first date
had nothing on her. Her face was hot and her hands were sweating. It should be
illegal for a man to have this kind of effect on a grown woman.
“Are you waiting for someone?”
So we’re playing that game , she thought. Desiree took
a breath before she spoke. “I
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