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near her booth and drew them in for a closer look at
her designs. This got her several requests for different pieces of her work.
    By mid-afternoon, she had a file stuffed with business
cards, information from a couple of buyers from the west coast, and eight order
forms complete with partial payments for three of her favorite pieces. For the
first time in five hours, she sat. Her feet throbbed, but it was a good throb.
She smiled as she secretly slipped off her shoes and rubbed her feet underneath
the table at her booth.
    The ring of her cell phone interrupted her moment of rest.
Sitting up, she answered, “Hello.”
    “If it wouldn’t cause a scandal, I’d help relieve your
pain.” His London accent made the words sound even sexier as they filtered
through the phone.
    Temair straightened. He was watching her. Instant moisture
pooled between her thighs. This was exciting, knowing he watched her, knowing
he liked what she was doing under the table to her feet, and knowing he
couldn’t do a damn thing about it.
    “There’s always later,” she replied as she hitched one foot
up onto her other thigh and deliberately continued to massage its aching ball.
She heard his heavy intake of air through the receiver and knew he still
watched her actions. In a subtle movement, she glanced around, searching for
that distinguished bald head.
    At the far end of the aisle, she sighted one. Disappointment
flooded her because it wasn’t him. He wasn’t visible in either direction she
looked. It added to the intensity of the game they were playing, and she liked
it. Not knowing where he was, but knowing he watched, had her insides humming
in anticipation of what might happen next.
    “You have me at a disadvantage.” His voice tickled her ear.
“You seem to have discovered my weakness.”
    Temair’s smile broadened. She was right. He was a leg man.
    “It’s a weakness of which I don’t understand,” she teased.
    The thought of his hands caressing her feet made her clench
her thighs against the sudden surge of need collecting in her core. No one had
ever touched her feet other than the occasional treat of a pedicure. The image
of someone massaging her feet just because they wanted to had her curious and
hot at the same time. On a heavy breath, she added, “Care to teach me?”
    “It’d be my pleasure.” She practically heard his smile
through the phone, even if she couldn’t see him. “Unfortunately, I have
meetings until late. Would you be willing to meet me around ten?”
    Willing? What a silly question. Every ounce of tiredness was
liberated from her. Ten was late but not by New York standards. Most were just
getting started at that hour on a Saturday night. Yet she wasn’t most. A normal
night for her was showered, in her pajamas, tucked in bed by eleven and asleep
by eleven thirty. Tonight, she was going to live a little and take a chance on
something different.
    “Where?” she managed to whisper.
    “The Milford Plaza, room 1020. See you then.”
    The click of the disconnection echoed in her ears. Oh god,
what had she just agreed to?
    * * * * *
    The rest of her day was a whirlwind of activity, of which
she was grateful. If she hadn’t been busy, she probably would have had too much
time to think, and would have convinced herself not to keep the date. As it
was, she almost chickened out and stayed home when she stopped in to deposit
her lockbox, shower and change.
    Dressing to please, Temair chose a denim skirt, which landed
at mid-thigh. For luck, she selected her favorite top, a soft halter blouse of
yellow, blue, green and red that tied at her neck and didn’t cling to her
middle. It was loose and flowed nicely when she moved. Careful not to rip or
snag them, she slipped on a fresh pair of sheer hosiery. Not just any hosiery,
but the only pair of real nylon pantyhose she owned. It was the most money
she’d ever spent on hose. When the lady at the department store showed her the
difference between these and the