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exec you don’t have much of an imagination.”
    His voice lowered an octave. “Haley, I have a great imagination. I can imagine what you’re wearing right now.”
    â€œIs that so? Go ahead.”
    â€œI’d say you just got out of the shower, your skinis dewy and fresh, your hair wrapped in a hot-pink bath towel. You’re wearing one of those silky red Chinese robes with a pair of those very sexy bedroom slippers with fuzzy feathers on them.”
    He could hear her pour the coffee. “You’re at a breakfast bar. The silky robe has fallen aside to reveal your shapely calf and just a hint of mouthwatering thigh.”
    â€œAnd beneath the robe?”
    â€œJust sweet-smelling Haley.”
    He liked the way her voice sounded—breathless. “You really do have a good imagination, Dylan. I’m sorry I ever doubted you. Now it’s my turn. Let me guess what you’re wearing.”
    â€œGo ahead if you dare.”
    â€œMmm, let me see. A suit.” She laughed and her laughter was so infectious he joined in.
    â€œI did want to mention that since I’ve begun on this NAPTA campaign, I’d need to be discreet.”
    â€œThat’s fine, Dylan. I’ll make sure I don’t come up with any public fantasies, like making love in an elevator.”
    Dylan had to swallow hard, quickly changing the subject. “What time do you want to begin your first tutoring lesson?” Dylan asked.
    â€œHow about one?”
    â€œGood, you can stay for dinner.” The thought of having Haley all to himself in a cozy cabin in the woods held great appeal. He wanted to explore her body for hours and hours.
    â€œNo. I could be back on the road by three and home by four. The tutoring is all I’ll need.”
    â€œI thought we could drive together. I’ll rent a car.” Dylan’s stomach dropped. She had been serious when she’d stated that the fantasy was all that she was interested in. Dylan found himself pushing back his disappointment, realizing that her lack of interest in starting a relationship with him actually stung. But it brought him back to reality.
    â€œOnly if you’re sure you don’t want to stay overnight and relax.”
    â€œNo, but I would like to reimburse you for the cost of the rental.”
    Damn. Her attempt to make this more businesslike irked him. “Don’t worry about it. How about meeting me for lunch.” The invitation just came out of his mouth. He hadn’t meant to ask her, but he wanted to see her, if only for an hour.
    â€œI have a lunch meeting with my editor.”
    â€œAll right, but if you change your mind, I’ll be at Figaro’s in the Village. Give me directions to your apartment.” He jotted down the directions. “Haley, before you go, was I right about what you’re wearing?”
    â€œNo. Not quite. The towel around my head is hot orange. I’m wearing a black lace robe with a matching black lace teddy.” Her voice dropped to a sexy purr. “Oh, and Dylan. You got the leg part just right, but I don’t wear slippers. I’m barefoot.”
    Dylan groaned softly, cutting it off when his assistant poked her head in the office.
    â€œHey, boss. Shake a leg. You’ve got a meeting right now in the conference room and Deborah Donovan is on the other line.”
    â€œHaley. I’ve got to go. I’ve got another call. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
    Dylan swallowed hard and closed his eyes. Conjuring up Haley’s dainty feet. That long swath of leg. He slipped his index finger into the collar of his shirt and tried to release the pressure on his throat. Looked as if he was going to the meeting with his coat buttoned.
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    H ALEY HUNG UP the phone, picked up her toast and bit into the flaky crust. Her skin tingled. The man made her skin tingle first thing in the morning. She pulled down the oversize T-shirt she was wearing and unwound the