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watched as they met his wrists at the perfect spot. He overlapped the front
and buttoned it. The coat made his eyes shift to a sublimely darker shade and
she found herself drawn to him. She had to pretend to brush away a piece of
lint when she caught herself reaching for his back.
    “Well?” he asked, his eyebrows arching, making her dizzy.
    The words caught in her throat. As much as he was stunning
in it, she wanted to tell Tim to take off the coat. She longed to loosen his
tie, unbutton his shirt, unfasten his belt. She imagined pulling him into a
fitting room, zipping the black drape closed and running her hand down the
front of his jeans. She saw him stripping away her dress and leotard. His eyes,
full of craving, would wash over her. He would kiss her neck and trail his
mouth to her breasts, his tongue hot against her puckered skin. He’d tell her
he wanted to take her against the mirror, hitch her legs around him, totally in
control. Tim would rock her world, whispering every sexy thing he wanted to do
to her with that velvety voice of his until they collapsed into each other, a
sweaty, breathy heap.
    “Well?” Tim asked. “Jenna?”
    She blinked. “I think you found your coat.” What is my
problem?
    “Smashing. Sold. Anything else?”
    “One more thing,” Jenna said, rubbing her thumb along her
lower lip.
    In twenty minutes, Tim had found the perfect black suit
coat, which Jenna insisted he wear to the audition. He looked incredible in it.
    He pulled back the sleeve and checked his watch. “I should
probably go. Don’t want to be late. I’m hoping they’ll let me warm up before
the actual audition.”
    I had the perfect warm-up exercise in mind. “Oh,
okay. Of course.” Jenna’s mind scrambled for a way to see him again.
    “Do I still get to have your number?” Tim pulled his phone
from his pants pocket. “So I can let you know how it goes?”
    Jenna beamed at him and rattled off her number while digging
for her phone in her bag. “I get yours too, right?”
    Tim reciprocated, but then Jenna felt as if she was back at
square one. Now what?
    “Uh,” he began, “I’ll need to have a proper dinner tonight
if I’m ever going to get on a schedule. Would you like to join me?”
    “Yes,” she blurted. She pursed her lips, wondering if she’d
seemed too enthusiastic. “We can celebrate when you get this job.”
    “If I don’t, I’ll need someone to put me in a cab after many
pints of beer.”
    She tried to keep from bouncing on her toes, unable to wipe
the grin from her face.
    “I’ll call you when I’m done.” He shifted the shopping bag
that contained his warmer coat.
    “Here.” She reached for it. “Let me take that. You’ll look like
a homeless guy if you show up to your audition with this.”
    He grinned and extended his arm, their fingers brushing as
they made the exchange. “I see how you American girls are. Now I have to call
you. You’ve got my coat.” His scent flooded her senses, his eyes soft and
dreamy.
    Jenna caressed her throat with the tips of her fingers. She
couldn’t begin to imagine how an instant of eye contact could feel so
intoxicating.
    * * * * *
    The audition went brilliantly. The manager offered Tim two
nights a week, Wednesdays and Thursdays. Pay plus tips. He was thrilled. Jenna
was right, the restaurant was plush. He was glad she’d made him buy the dress
coat.
    He rang her as he made his way across Sixth Avenue. Her
voice sounded sweet and sexy, which brought an instant smile to his face.
    “Are you ready to celebrate?” he asked.
    “You got the job?”
    “Yes, I start tomorrow night.”
    “Congratulations.”
    “Thanks. Should I come around and pick you up?” He glanced
at his watch. It was already past six, by the time he got to her place it would
definitely be dinner time.
    “Actually.” She paused and he felt his stomach fall. He
thought she was about to back out. “I have to drop something off at the café,
so I was just about to head