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even the most hardened cynic smile a little to watch them as they walked toward the glass elevator; the tall, strikingly handsome man in tailored tan slacks and a black leather jacket possessively clutching the hand of the slender red-haired woman at his side. A woman who looked fragile and almost childlike in her fashionably funky clothes, with her huge blue eyes fixed firmly on her companion. Romance seemed to spiral around their heads like a beacon, unmistakable to even the most casual observer.
    Jake, seemingly no more aware of anyone else than she was, opened the door to the hotel room and stepped back, motioning for her to enter first. The door clicked behind them, a strangely final sound.
    They were alone.
    Jake moved away from her as they entered the room, dropping his carryon to the seat of a chair, casually removing his jacket and tossing it over the back of another, reaching out to switch on a bedside lamp. As she stood there, watching him, Desi felt a faint twinge of uneasiness, her only one since that first embarrassed moment of their meeting on the plane. Not at being in his room and not at her reason for being there. She was not in the least uneasy or unsure about that. She had never been surer of anything in her life. But...
    What now ? she wondered vaguely. Am I supposed to just rip off my clothes and fling myself on the bed? Do I wait for him to make the first move?
    She didn't know the protocol for a situation like this, and she stood a little awkwardly in the middle of the room waiting for him to give her a clue as to how they should proceed.
    Jake reached out and took her satchel and carryon from her, dropping them in the chair next to his. She looked up at him, her blue eyes wide with eagerness and trust and just the tiniest bit of fear, had she but known it.
    "Would you like a drink?" he asked gently. He didn't say the word "first," but it hovered there, unsaid, between them.
    "No. I... No." she heard herself mumble, and thought, maybe he wants one and that's why he asked me. Maybe a drink first is the way this sort of thing is done . "But if you do—" her hand fluttered up distractedly to nervously touch her neck at the open collar of her shirt "—please, go ahead. I'll..." Her voice trailed off.
    Wait , was what she had been going to say, but it would have sounded so... dumb. And she couldn't think of anything else to say, not anything intelligent, with him looking at her like that, with that smoldering look in his dark eyes.
    "You go ahead and have one," she said, and her hands fluttered again, moving from her neck to her hair, absently pushing at the loose tendrils as if to tuck them back into the loosely confined curls on top of her head. The upraised movement of her arms pulled her shirt, loose-fitting as it was, against the soft swell of her breasts, clearly outlining their shape and the aroused state of her nipples, like hard little buttons pushing against the confines of her shirt.
    Jake made a low sound in his throat, a half-smothered groan of desire, and he reached out, gently cupping his hands around the tempting curves of her breasts, his thumbs just touching her throbbing nipples.
    Desi felt herself melt at his touch and would have fallen to the floor in a trembling, molten heap, but somehow his arms were suddenly around her, holding her up, molding her shaking, eager body firmly to his.
    "I don't want a drink," she heard him growl, his lips at her ear. "I want you, Desiree."
    She pushed at his chest almost frantically, and his arms loosened instantly as if he thought she was trying to get away. She lifted her hands, one pale slender palm resting tenderly on either side of his strong, angular jaw. Her eyes locked with his. "I want you too, Jake," she said clearly, and offered him her parted lips.
    He kissed her then—finally!—taking her offered mouth with a fevered eagerness that excited her already aroused emotions to an almost unbearable point. Her hands slipped from his face to the