Hot in the City 2: Sin City Read Online Free PDF

us.”
    “Oh?”
    “I’ll be picking you up at your hotel in a stretch limo, then we have tickets to a show.”
    Diana’s jaw dropped. “A limo?”
    On the other end of the line, Marc chuckled. “It just so happens a friend of mine had already rented the limo and bought show tickets, but a work conflict came up and he had to cancel the hot date he had planned. He offered it all to me, so now his hot date is our hot date. Sound good?”
    It had been so long since Diana had been on anything remotely resembling a hot date that it sounded positively yummy, but she restrained herself and simply said, “Sounds great.”
    After they hung up, she took a nap to help acclimate her to the time change, watched a little TV, then took a shower since it was almost time for Marc to pick her up. To her surprise, she actually felt a little nervous, an emotion she wasn’t used to. She figured it had to do with her lingering uncertainty over what would take place between them while she was here.
    She’d meant what she’d said in her e-mail message yesterday—she truly wondered if she’d be able to resist him, and sin. She had to try, though. She had to try to follow through, purge the bad girl once and for all, show herself that the good girl could win. In fact, if she succeeded in resisting both Marc and Sin City’s decadent charms, she could go home to Baltimore knowing for sure she could settle down and be a good little wife to Bradley; she could give her parents the grandchildren they’d always wanted and be the daughter they’d always wished she could be.
    But just in case the good girl didn’t win, she’d made an awkward phone call to Bradley last night—telling him she wanted to take a break from their relationship. He’d sounded just as unhappy about it as she’d expected, but she’d had to do it. She did a lot of things, but she didn’t cheat. Of course, she didn’t tell Bradley she was sorely tempted to have sex with one of her colleagues—she’d said she wanted to think about their relationship, where they were headed, and decide if they should move forward. It had sounded a lot like a business transaction, but it had also been the truth. She had doubts, and she figured this trip would make it clear to her if she could really, truly settle down and marry him.
    Maybe she could. Maybe, at worst, this would turn into one last fling—something she’d be honest about with Bradley afterward.
    But if she was lucky, it wouldn’t even be that . If she was lucky—and strong—it would be a matter of good company, some laughs, and nothing more.
    Although when it came time to select a dress from her closet, she found temptation awaiting her already. She studied the one semi-conservative cocktail dress she owned—bought to attend her father’s retirement party a few months ago—and told herself it would be an appropriate choice for a night out with a man she hardly knew. But then she reached for the red dress she’d bought six months back yet had never worn. She remembered spotting it in a store window—something about its simple yet risqué lines had spoken to her. At the time, she’d thought she was buying it for some especially sexy occasion that would eventually reveal itself to her, and the bad girl inside her was currently whispering, “This is it.” She shouldn’t wear it, but…she took it off the hanger and put it on anyway.
    The gathered crinkly fabric caressed her skin wherever it touched her—most notably at her breasts. The short length showed plenty of leg and the halter-style top of the dress dipped ultra-low, to a spot not far above her navel. The result was a v-neck that revealed the full inner curves of both breasts and the valley between. Indeed, as she looked at herself in the mirror, she knew this was a dress made for sin, pure and simple, and she loved the way she looked in it.
    Checking her watch, she scooped up the small evening purse she’d filled with her room key and a couple of