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gone for almost twenty minutes. He got up, cleared the table, loaded the dishwasher, stoked the fire, and still no Isabel.
     
    “Isabel,” he yelled up the staircase. “Is everything all right?”
     
    “I’ll be down in a shake,” she yelled back. He loved hearing her voice, so light and soft – even when she was yelling.
     
    He poked impatiently about the living room, dimming lights and lighting fresh candles. When she did come back, he wanted the setting to be romantic. His head was still reeling from the episode in the Jeep on the drive out. Never in his life had he’d done anything so erotic. He thought things like that only happened in books and magazines. He certainly hadn’t expected something like that to happen to him.
     
    “Everything is set.”
     
    Isabel’s voice came from the top of the stairs, where she stood in almost total darkness. Tray’s eyes adjusted slowly to the dimmed light and made out her profile. She had ditched the terry robe and was wearing something much shorter, much flimsier. His pulse quickened and the heat flushing his body was not from the fire.
     
    “Ready for our first lesson Tray?”
     
    “Uh, now?” He heard himself asking stupidly. Of course now, he could hardly wait for now.
     
    “Unless you have other plans,” countered Isabel. “We could play Rumoli or crazy eights…”
     
    “No. I’m ready.” He moved quickly across the room, not taking his eyes off Isabel. Her shapely legs were bare under the sheerest of emerald nighties. The nightie was scalloped at the hem and barely reached her thighs, the material hugging the swell of her buttocks. The strain of her breasts against the clingy material was sexy as hell.
     
    “One of the nicest things you can do for a woman, is to take a nice slow bath together.” Isabel grabbed his hand and lead him down the hallway toward the ensuite off the master bedroom.
     
    Small candles flickered from every surface. In the ensuite, the tub was filled to almost overflowing and layers of foamy bubbles spilled up the sides. An open bottle of wine, along with two glasses, sat on a small table.
     
    “When did you do all of this?” he asked, filled with wonder. She was an amazing woman in more ways than one.
     
    She laughed. “One of the first things to remember in the art of seduction is an element of surprise. It’s important to make something feel really special – and often you can do that just by doing something that’s unexpected.”
     
    “You can say that again.” He whistled softly, looking around him, taking in the details.
     
    “And it’s in the details,” continued Isabel, as though reading his mind. “Tell me what you’ve noticed so far.”
     
    Tray looked around the room again. “The lighting - candles everywhere. Where did they come from?”
     
    “Another good thing to remember. Plan ahead. I brought them with me.”
     
    “You already had this in mind?”
     
    Isabel laughed again, her hair cascading down her shoulders as she threw her head back. “Of course, I had to have some idea where I would start.”
     
    “But this is amazing, Isabel.”
     
    “What else do you see?”
     
    “The bath is already drawn. I’d say by the lotions and bottles that you have some potent oils in the water …” He looked around the room, trying to take everything in. “The wine and the glasses. How did you get them in here without me seeing you?” He was sure she hadn’t been out of his sight since before dinner.
     
    “Again, planning is everything.” Her eyes reflected the thousand tiny lights flickering around them. In the softness of the light, Tray would have sworn there was only a few years between them. She was grounded and had the experience of an older woman, and there was a vibrancy and confidence about her that Tray found immensely appealing.
     
    Isabel’s eyes didn’t waver from his. “The little table - you covered it. You haven’t missed a thing.” She nodded and he felt the