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but glance at how nicely the blouse fit over her full breasts. Janice was a very sexy woman. “Do you always match so perfectly?”
    She laughed nervously. “What are you talking about?”
    “What you wear. You had on your green skirt and shoes with a white sweater this morning. Your tangerine blouse matches, too.”
    “Ah. A man who notices details like that.” Janice tilted her head. “I match perfectly all the time, even my accessories. I’m a designer and I will look the part every day of my life. I want perfection in my garments and perfection in me.” She looked away. “Well, I know I’m not perfect.”
    “Pretty damn close.”
    “Haha. You’re real funny, Antonio. How about sharing my bottle of wine with me to celebrate? I just opened one to drink with dinner.” She waved the sandwich. “You can have the other half of this. That is, if you like turkey.”
    “Yeah.” He nodded. “To both, I like turkey and wine.”
    Janice walked over to the front door of her shop and turned the latch. “Guess I’m closed for the evening. I deserve it. It was a good day.” She pulled down the small shade.
    “I had a good day, too.” He glanced around him. “So you live here?”
    “Upstairs.” She pointed a finger up toward the ceiling. “It’s just an efficiency apartment. I’m not much of a cook and don’t need a great deal of room. My life is down here.” She tilted her head behind her and grinned. “Back there, I should say. In my sewing room.”
    “I’ve never known a designer before.” He was finding Janice intriguing. Antonio had always found himself attracted to black women, but never one that was older than him. Janice was attractive, curvy and friendly. Antonio loved that she was a designer. An artist, like he was trying to be. Even though designing clothes was different than acting, it was still art.
    “I’ve never known an ice cream man before.” Janice smiled, then wrinkled up her nose. “Oops. I know you’re really an actor. Sorry about that, my turn to apologize.”
    He shrugged. “It’s okay. Doesn’t bother me. I haven’t been much of an actor lately.”
    Janice held up a finger. “You’re trying. That is what’s important.”
    She walked toward her sewing room and disappeared for a moment. Bringing back the wine bottle and glasses, she sat them down on the desk. “Here. Pour for us.”
    As he poured the Malbec into the two wine glasses, she went into the back room and brought him out his half of the sandwich wrapped in a napkin. Another chair was brought from the back room and they sat down together at her desk.
    “Thanks.” He ate his part of the sandwich quickly and drank down his wine. Although he was hungry for nourishment, he was finding he was becoming even hungrier for her. As she moved, her curves called to him. Janice had the perfect hour-glass figure. She crossed one shapely leg over the other and he found the movement intriguing. He wanted to caress her leg with his hand, slowly, very slowly. Looking at the crossed one, he guessed that both legs were silky smooth. The designing woman in her wouldn’t let them be any other way. They had to be as perfect as possible.
    She caught him looking and flexed the crossed leg to peek at it. “Something wrong?”
    “No.” He shook his head and grinned. “Everything is right.”
    Janice looked perplexed. “What do you mean? What’s right?”
    Antonio looked admiringly to her leg again. “That leg, for example.”
    She took another sip of wine and held the leg out. “This leg?”
    He nodded as he edged closer to her and held out a hand. “You mind?”
    Her face looked scared for a moment, then she shook her head.
    Antonio leaned over and placed a hand over her ankle. The green silk pump helped accentuate everything female about that leg. He slid his fingers up her leg to her shapely calf, where he lingered. Massaging the skin, he smiled. “I knew your leg would be smooth, but I had to find out for myself.” He