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cheaper brand, she had to have them. These
were not mixed with spandex or rayon. They were purely made of nylon.
    He was a leg man, so only the best that she could afford
would do. The pure silk stockings the salesperson had shown her were well out
of her price range. She sighed, running her hand down the soft material and
hoped these would be good enough to please. She chose to wear the red leather
mules with this outfit, even though her feet were tired of being in heels and
begged for a pair of flats.
    To accent the outfit, she picked one of her most favorite
pieces from her collection of titty danglers, as she called them. A silver
chain fitted to lay across her collarbone, with a longer chain attached in the
center, which dangled a teardrop-shaped ruby to land at the peak of her
cleavage. The perfect titty dangler if she said so herself. Wonder if he’d take
notice with him being a leg man.
    With one last glance at the full-length mirror on the back
of the bathroom door, she gathered her strength to pursue this adventure. And
this was exactly that for her, an adventure into a new aspect of sexual
pleasure. Would it thrill her to have him touch her feet? If the level of
anticipation roaring through her was any indication, she sure hoped so.
    Twenty minutes later, she stood at the elevators in the
lobby of the Milford Plaza. Indecision riddled her soul as she closed her eyes
and dug deep for the guts to continue this charade of false bravado. Should she
or shouldn’t she? Was she woman enough to meet a man she barely knew alone in
his hotel room? Not just any man, but a younger man. She’d never dated a
younger man. Insecurity set in. What if this wasn’t a date? What if he’d only
asked her here to discuss business and she’d imagined the sexual tension
between them? Oh god, this was a mistake.
    Just as she opened her eyes and started to step back, a
dark-sleeved arm reached around her and a masculine finger pressed the button.
“Allow me.”
    Temair tilted her chin and met Evan’s penetrating gaze
across her shoulder. As rapid as it’d started, self-doubt dropped from her
thoughts to invisibly puddle on the floor around her. Though his eyes looked
tired, she still saw the promise of pleasure within them. How could she have
thought of backing out?
    “Thank you,” she managed to state while maintaining a cool
façade. On the inside, she knew she was out of her element. On the outside, she
hoped he couldn’t tell.
    When the elevator doors opened, he said, “After you.”
    His hand at the small of her back guided her in. One glance
around the lobby before the doors closed and she knew there were few people
milling about, and even less who cared who she’d gotten into the elevator with.
    “You look stunning tonight,” Evan said as he pressed the
number ten.
    Before she could stop, her honesty took over. “And you look
positively exhausted. Are you sure you’re up to hosting a visitor tonight? We
could reschedule.”
    The most seductive smile she’d ever seen parted his lips as
he tucked his hands into his front pockets. Even tired he looked irresistible.
Common sense told her to leave and let the man rest, but she couldn’t. There
wasn’t one ounce of her strong enough to walk away from the invitation in his
gaze. It weakened her resolve and at the same time increased the curiosity
level burning through her veins.
    She had to know why she felt this strange erotic connection
to Evan Lyndsay. What it was all about. Never had a man intrigued her sexual
interest without so much as a touch. This man did. What was it about him that
had her body in a constant state of arousal? She stayed that way whenever he
was near, whenever he spoke to her, and even when all she did was think about
him. How did he do this to her with just a simple glance?
    If just the thought was good, what would his touch be like?
Shivers shot down her spine and she had to stand straight to control them. Don’t
think of that , she reminded