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“You do?”
    “I need one fact that nobody else in the play knows. Just one. It might not come out in the movie at all, but if I have that, I can make sense of the whole thing.”
    I got it at once. “And add mystery to the character?”
    He bowed his head, smiling. “Exactly. You’re wasted in that museum.” He leaned forward, resting his arms on his knees. “Talk to me. Tell me about Roman times.”
    I laughed incredulously. “All of it?” I wriggled my foot, trying to get it more comfortable. That was impossible in these shoes.
    He glanced at my feet, and frowned. “Ah,” he said, as if that explained everything. The next minute, to my shock, he went down on his knees in front of me, on the incredibly expensive silk rug, and lifted my foot on to his beautifully tailored pants.
    “Oh!”
    I could only watch as he tenderly unfastened the tiny buckle that fastened the ankle strap to my shoe, and eased it off my foot. I couldn’t resist letting out a sigh of relief. He put my foot on the floor and lifted the other one, doing the same thing to it. He didn’t put that one down, though. He pressed his thumb into the arch and made me groan. “Oh that feels so good!”
    Nobody had ever given me a foot massage before, but if anybody was to do it, Troy Cooper was the one. He eased my aching muscles, pressed into the fleshy bits, forcing the tension out of my body. “I have no idea why you women wear shoes like that.”
    “Because they look good?”
    “Or maybe you like to torture yourself?” His expression was innocently curious, but he didn’t fool me.
    “No, we don’t. It’s fashion.”
    “Fuck fashion,” he said succinctly. “You shouldn’t do this to yourself.” He eased the red strap marks across my instep, rubbed them with his thumb, then, to my utter shock, bent and placed a kiss on the place where the buckle had been. He shot a glance at me, his eyes dancing. “Did I make it better?”
    So much.” Kissing it better worked for me. This was a dream, it had to be. Things like this didn’t happen to me. In the penthouse suite in the best hotel in New York, a movie star at my feet? Nuh-uh.
    “You have p.retty feet,” he mused, stroking the one he had on his lap. Then he lifted the other to join it. “Those shoes are too tight for you.”
    “They belong to my roomie,” I explained. “I don’t have heels like this.” Because I couldn’t afford them, but I didn’t say that. True, Cindy was half a size smaller than me, but that shouldn’t have made much of a difference in heels.
    “I’m glad to hear it.” He looked up at me, perfectly comfortable and leaned back, resting on his heels. “What shall we do now?”

Chapter Three
    W hat could I say to that? I blinked and looked round, wild for something. Watch TV? Oh yeah, I could see us watching a late night chat show. He could have been on one of them if he wasn’t here with me. My attention caught on the dishes standing on the counter. “Are you hungry?”
    “Didn’t we just cover that? No, I’m not hungry.” He paused, and met my gaze. “If I wasn’t so classy, I’d say that I was hungry for you.”
    Shock arced through me. He couldn’t be saying...? No, he had to be joking. “But you don’t do clichés,” I said.
    “I’m not joking when I say I’d like to do you.” He stroked my feet again. He’d reduced me to jelly when he’d massaged them.
    “Seriously? But you’ve seen me—”
    “Hunched over a Roman pavement, utterly engrossed in your work. I saw you without makeup, with your glasses and I wanted you then. Are they for effect, by the way, or do you wear contacts? Because they are a complete turn-on.”
    “My glasses?” They were the best I could afford, but that wasn’t much. The contacts were well out of date, but I’d had no choice tonight. An — escort with glasses? The more I repeated the word “Escort,” the more it sounded like “Whore” to me.
    He raised a dark brow. “Yep. They add something to