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She’d just been picking morosely at her room service dinner; everything tasted like sawdust in her dry mouth. Her head was awhirl with the revelations of the previous night...and with the fact that it was already late in the evening, and Harry had not yet called on her. He hadn’t even sent her a message!
    She wondered if she’d been too curt in her goodbyes the night before. Had she left him too cold? Too frustrated? Perhaps he now thought that she would be too much trouble to bed, too much work.
    Elise paused in her pacing and buried her face in her hands.
    When he’d revealed that he felt remorseful about breaking her college girl heart, she’d been bowled over. It’d turned her thoughts upside down and inside out. Had he been telling the truth about his feelings? Had he truly regretted the way he had treated her former self? Or was that just part of his philandering persona—a ruse to establish an emotional connection with a potential mistress?
    Elise sank into a plush chair, her head in her hands. She just didn’t know! And now her entire plan for revenge teetered on uneasy convictions.
    A sharp knock sounded on her door. Elise stood and strode through the parlor to the suite’s grand double doors. Pulling them open, she discovered a ruddy-faced young bellboy.
    “Yes?” she asked brusquely.
    “A Mr. McMahon is requesting that you join him in the foyer, Madame Rousseau.”
    “Harry McMahon?”
    “Yes, ma’am,” the boy answered politely.
    Her mind raced, confidence surging once again. Perhaps she could win this game yet! He’d come to her after all.
    “Tell him that I will be down shortly,” Elise said, quickly shutting the door.
    She rushed across the room and threw open the doors to her wardrobe. She rifled through the hangers, pulling out dress after dress. She needed to pick something that would make her absolutely irresistible. After a few minutes, she’d found the one .
    She shrugged out of her clothes and slipped on the dress. It slid across her skin in a cascade of silk. Elise stepped over to a mirror, eyeing her reflection critically. This flapper dress had thin straps and was slightly more fitted than was strictly popular—but it accentuated her slim waist and toned limbs. The ivory bodice was embellished with strings of shiny, golden beads, and rows of thin golden strands dangled over the mesh skirt. The front of the dress was cut in a low V-neckline and the skirt was very short, elongating her lithe, long legs. To complete the look, she fastened a golden butterfly clip in her black hair, pulled on a pair of satin gloves and looped a long string of pearls around her neck.
    Perfect, she thought to herself as she grabbed her purse and headed for the door, trying not to act too excited.
    Harry was leaning against one of the Corinthian pillars in the lobby, ignoring the admiring glances he was receiving and trying hard not to appear like he was searching for a glimpse of Elise Rousseau. He fingered the cuff of his expensive jacket and began counting backward to still his eagerness. He’d had a busy day preparing for this evening, but it would do him no good if he seemed overly desperate.
    The familiar clack of stiletto heels approached, and he looked up with a dazzling smile. Elise strode toward him briskly, a coy smirk on her full lips.
    “Why, Harry darling,” she said with a flirtatious lilt in her voice. “I didn’t expect you to come calling today.”
    “How could I resist?” Harry asked, touching the brim of his hat and taking her gloved hand.
    “And what disreputable activities do you have in mind for tonight?” she asked as they walked through the foyer.
    “Wait and see,” he told her as he held open the door.
    “Always full of surprises, aren’t you?” She laughed and stepped into the warm summer evening.
    It was a perfect night, she mused to herself as Harry helped her into his car. Night had not fully descended upon the city, but the street lamps and building lights had