gravity, her tongue moistening suddenly dry
lips. "In fact, I never expected to see you again." Her fingers
crawled up his lapel and tickled his chin. "Am I forgiven?"
He captured her hand and brought it to his mouth. "I could
forgive you anything." His lips moved against her palm, and as his
teeth nipped the fleshy mound near her thumb he felt her pulse
jump.
"Now I want to hear all about your adventures in Japan," Alex
announced, holding the door. "What exactly were you modeling?" He
cast an amused glance at her tall, well-proportioned figure.
"Somehow I don't think it was clothing."
"Actually," her computerlike brain raced through assorted lies
while Alex pressed the elevator into action, "I spent the entire
week draping myself over various subcompacts at the Tokyo Auto
Show." Virginia congratulated herself; it was amazing how inventive
one could be in a pinch.
"Is that your usual type of assignment?" he inquired, guiding
her through the lobby doors out onto the street.
She gave an inward groan. Alex was annoyingly persistent. "I do
mostly catalog work." She favored him with a disarming smile and
tucked her hand in the crook of his arm. "I'm sure you've seen me
in Sears or Wards or J. C. Penny." Keeping all the lies straight
was going to be a monumental feat.
He stopped by a rented maroon Citation. Virginia fluttered her
lashes, her fingers stroking his cheek. "I want to hear all about
you, Alex," The lambent sheen in her eyes rivaled the glow of the
streetlights.
His mouth twisted in a crooked smile as he handed her into the
car. "You have a very charming way of terminating a
conversation."
Her fingers drummed against her silk-covered thigh. She was
determined to control the situation; she was the sorceress in
charge of the magic. According to all the how-to books Diane had
forced on her, the way to a man's heart was a big plate of
seductive flattery, a side dish of verbal foreplay culminating in a
mental climax for dessert.
The Rendezvous Room proved to be the perfect place for a
seduction. Rich tapestries graced the stucco walls, and amber-lit
sconces cast a soft glow over antique furniture, glittering
crystal, and pristine white china.
The restaurant was quiet, intimate-no pulsating nightlife. The
patrons occupied private carrels, their hushed conversations
sparkling with laughter andchampagne bubbles. It was a world
invaded by the soft sounds of piano, drums, and bass embellishing
syncopated jazz, alternating with saxophone and trumpet, which
harmonized earthy forties dance tunes.
While the chef served discerning palates the finest haute
cuisine in San Pedro, Virginia had Alex well on the road to
epicurean delights that were not listed on the sumptuous menu. She
was enjoying her sassy new personality and erotic clothes. She
played the glamour game with a sure hand.
With the Dom Perignon and the salad vinaigrette Virginia cooed
the usual trivial banalities in a shy playful manner that quite
obviously pandered to Alex's ego. Their intimate shared laughter
formed an invisible web imprisoning their souls.
During the Coquilles St. Jacques she listened attentively to his
stories. Shoulders and thighs touching, her breast pressed against
his arm, Virginia found she was once more addicted to the man.
Self-assured and dynamic, Alex was able to arouse her mind and set
fire to her body like no one ever had.
Between the mousse au chocolat and brandies served in balloon
snifters warmed by candle flame, Alex and Virginia luxuriated in
the sensual delight of their two bodies melding together in slow
rhythmic movements. Oblivious to the other couples, they focused
only on each other, dancing in perfect synchronization to the
throbbing melody.
"I'd almost forgotten how perfectly we fit together," he
murmured, his fingers toying with her golden-veined curls.
Virginia snuggled closer, her lush curves filling in the rugged
angles on his masculine frame. Her hands slid beneath his jacket,
pressing into the satiny shirt
lips. "In fact, I never expected to see you again." Her fingers
crawled up his lapel and tickled his chin. "Am I forgiven?"
He captured her hand and brought it to his mouth. "I could
forgive you anything." His lips moved against her palm, and as his
teeth nipped the fleshy mound near her thumb he felt her pulse
jump.
"Now I want to hear all about your adventures in Japan," Alex
announced, holding the door. "What exactly were you modeling?" He
cast an amused glance at her tall, well-proportioned figure.
"Somehow I don't think it was clothing."
"Actually," her computerlike brain raced through assorted lies
while Alex pressed the elevator into action, "I spent the entire
week draping myself over various subcompacts at the Tokyo Auto
Show." Virginia congratulated herself; it was amazing how inventive
one could be in a pinch.
"Is that your usual type of assignment?" he inquired, guiding
her through the lobby doors out onto the street.
She gave an inward groan. Alex was annoyingly persistent. "I do
mostly catalog work." She favored him with a disarming smile and
tucked her hand in the crook of his arm. "I'm sure you've seen me
in Sears or Wards or J. C. Penny." Keeping all the lies straight
was going to be a monumental feat.
He stopped by a rented maroon Citation. Virginia fluttered her
lashes, her fingers stroking his cheek. "I want to hear all about
you, Alex," The lambent sheen in her eyes rivaled the glow of the
streetlights.
His mouth twisted in a crooked smile as he handed her into the
car. "You have a very charming way of terminating a
conversation."
Her fingers drummed against her silk-covered thigh. She was
determined to control the situation; she was the sorceress in
charge of the magic. According to all the how-to books Diane had
forced on her, the way to a man's heart was a big plate of
seductive flattery, a side dish of verbal foreplay culminating in a
mental climax for dessert.
The Rendezvous Room proved to be the perfect place for a
seduction. Rich tapestries graced the stucco walls, and amber-lit
sconces cast a soft glow over antique furniture, glittering
crystal, and pristine white china.
The restaurant was quiet, intimate-no pulsating nightlife. The
patrons occupied private carrels, their hushed conversations
sparkling with laughter andchampagne bubbles. It was a world
invaded by the soft sounds of piano, drums, and bass embellishing
syncopated jazz, alternating with saxophone and trumpet, which
harmonized earthy forties dance tunes.
While the chef served discerning palates the finest haute
cuisine in San Pedro, Virginia had Alex well on the road to
epicurean delights that were not listed on the sumptuous menu. She
was enjoying her sassy new personality and erotic clothes. She
played the glamour game with a sure hand.
With the Dom Perignon and the salad vinaigrette Virginia cooed
the usual trivial banalities in a shy playful manner that quite
obviously pandered to Alex's ego. Their intimate shared laughter
formed an invisible web imprisoning their souls.
During the Coquilles St. Jacques she listened attentively to his
stories. Shoulders and thighs touching, her breast pressed against
his arm, Virginia found she was once more addicted to the man.
Self-assured and dynamic, Alex was able to arouse her mind and set
fire to her body like no one ever had.
Between the mousse au chocolat and brandies served in balloon
snifters warmed by candle flame, Alex and Virginia luxuriated in
the sensual delight of their two bodies melding together in slow
rhythmic movements. Oblivious to the other couples, they focused
only on each other, dancing in perfect synchronization to the
throbbing melody.
"I'd almost forgotten how perfectly we fit together," he
murmured, his fingers toying with her golden-veined curls.
Virginia snuggled closer, her lush curves filling in the rugged
angles on his masculine frame. Her hands slid beneath his jacket,
pressing into the satiny shirt
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