was smeared beneath her eyes, and her hair was a tangled mess. You just woke up from a weird dream . He’s not really there .
She tiptoed to the door, opened it a crack and then closed it quickly with a groan.
Lex was there, all right, in the flesh, not just a figment of her imagination.
Panic rose , bringing her to full alert status. Jessie brushed her teeth, combed her hair, carefully applied a fresh coat of foundation, blush, and eye make-up, a nd gazed at herself in the mirror. Desperate came to mind, as in pathetic groupie.
After several moments of pacing the small bathroom, Jessie pulled up her courage and opened the door. She couldn’t stay in the bathroom all morning.
“Why are you in my room?” She asked, cloaki ng her nervousness in authority as she stood in the doorway to the bathroom, her hands on her hips. “You scared me.”
“I’m asking you to marry me, Jess.” He patted the bed, inviting her to sit beside him.
Once more, Jessie peered at the offending novel, and then reached out to touch his shoulder. It was firm benea th her fingertips.
Lex pulled her unto his lap, wrapping her securely in his arms, and kissed away any notions she might have that he was a figment of her imagination. H e was an expert at kissing, she thought, relishing the taste of him as his tongue twined with her own. She wound her finger s through his silken black hair and inhaled his pure masculine scent, completely lost in his passionate embrace.
“I consider that to be a yes.” He whispered in husky timbre.
“ No. You can’t be serious. ” She replied, “We hardly know each other .” It was absurd, beyond absurd--it was like he was mocking her with her own fantasies. She extracted herself from his lap and stood glowering down at him with her arms crossed in what she hoped was a reproachful air.
“Jess.” He stood, his dark clad figure filling the entire room. “I’m serious. I meant what I said to Ruby Star a month ago. It wasn’t a mistake.”
“You . . . you knew back then you wanted to marry me?”
He nodd ed . “I believe every soul has a mate. When I saw you, Jess, I recognized you as the missing half of my own soul.”
She was dreaming. Lex, the object of millions of women’s fantasies, was standing in her bedroom, insisting that she should marry him. And not because of a driving physical passion-- that she could shrug off , but because of some deeply spiritual mumbo jumbo she couldn’t begin to fathom.
Hung over from too many m argaritas, Jessie wore only a pair of baggy men’s exercise shorts and a faded Green Bay Packer s ’ T-shirt ; hardly the stuff of romantic fantasies. It was almost funny. A good practical joke, that’s what she’d think, if some strange man she barely knew claimed they were soul mates, destined to be together. She’d laugh and figure Jack and Darrell were playing a trick on her--if it were any other man standing here, looking dead serious and drop dead gorgeous.
Only, it was n’t an actor hired to tease her for her romantic notions of how true love should be. It was the man of her dreams. “I’m a little shocked.” Jessie admitted as her fingers twin ed about her hair . “Isn’t this kind of sudden?”
Inwardly, she was ecstatic and terrified by his gallant offer. As she silently studied her impassioned Romeo, Lex bent on one knee in the traditional pose, took her hand in both of his, exposing the palm to his open lips. As his lips brushed her palm, she felt her entire being melt from his sensual assault.
All her rationalizations and doubts faded.
“I love you.” The sensual lips turned up into a smile a s his eyes impaled her. “I love you, Jessica K elly and I want you to be my bride. ”
Chapter Ten
Jack. Where was her twin when she needed him? Out, as usual.
Stoned, more than likely.
He’d been at Lilly’s for days. He’d left the number, in case of an emergency.
Well, this was an emergency in her mind. She
She tiptoed to the door, opened it a crack and then closed it quickly with a groan.
Lex was there, all right, in the flesh, not just a figment of her imagination.
Panic rose , bringing her to full alert status. Jessie brushed her teeth, combed her hair, carefully applied a fresh coat of foundation, blush, and eye make-up, a nd gazed at herself in the mirror. Desperate came to mind, as in pathetic groupie.
After several moments of pacing the small bathroom, Jessie pulled up her courage and opened the door. She couldn’t stay in the bathroom all morning.
“Why are you in my room?” She asked, cloaki ng her nervousness in authority as she stood in the doorway to the bathroom, her hands on her hips. “You scared me.”
“I’m asking you to marry me, Jess.” He patted the bed, inviting her to sit beside him.
Once more, Jessie peered at the offending novel, and then reached out to touch his shoulder. It was firm benea th her fingertips.
Lex pulled her unto his lap, wrapping her securely in his arms, and kissed away any notions she might have that he was a figment of her imagination. H e was an expert at kissing, she thought, relishing the taste of him as his tongue twined with her own. She wound her finger s through his silken black hair and inhaled his pure masculine scent, completely lost in his passionate embrace.
“I consider that to be a yes.” He whispered in husky timbre.
“ No. You can’t be serious. ” She replied, “We hardly know each other .” It was absurd, beyond absurd--it was like he was mocking her with her own fantasies. She extracted herself from his lap and stood glowering down at him with her arms crossed in what she hoped was a reproachful air.
“Jess.” He stood, his dark clad figure filling the entire room. “I’m serious. I meant what I said to Ruby Star a month ago. It wasn’t a mistake.”
“You . . . you knew back then you wanted to marry me?”
He nodd ed . “I believe every soul has a mate. When I saw you, Jess, I recognized you as the missing half of my own soul.”
She was dreaming. Lex, the object of millions of women’s fantasies, was standing in her bedroom, insisting that she should marry him. And not because of a driving physical passion-- that she could shrug off , but because of some deeply spiritual mumbo jumbo she couldn’t begin to fathom.
Hung over from too many m argaritas, Jessie wore only a pair of baggy men’s exercise shorts and a faded Green Bay Packer s ’ T-shirt ; hardly the stuff of romantic fantasies. It was almost funny. A good practical joke, that’s what she’d think, if some strange man she barely knew claimed they were soul mates, destined to be together. She’d laugh and figure Jack and Darrell were playing a trick on her--if it were any other man standing here, looking dead serious and drop dead gorgeous.
Only, it was n’t an actor hired to tease her for her romantic notions of how true love should be. It was the man of her dreams. “I’m a little shocked.” Jessie admitted as her fingers twin ed about her hair . “Isn’t this kind of sudden?”
Inwardly, she was ecstatic and terrified by his gallant offer. As she silently studied her impassioned Romeo, Lex bent on one knee in the traditional pose, took her hand in both of his, exposing the palm to his open lips. As his lips brushed her palm, she felt her entire being melt from his sensual assault.
All her rationalizations and doubts faded.
“I love you.” The sensual lips turned up into a smile a s his eyes impaled her. “I love you, Jessica K elly and I want you to be my bride. ”
Chapter Ten
Jack. Where was her twin when she needed him? Out, as usual.
Stoned, more than likely.
He’d been at Lilly’s for days. He’d left the number, in case of an emergency.
Well, this was an emergency in her mind. She
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