Sex Appeal

“What…” Shadow cleared her throat, then tried again. “What do you like to do for fun?”

“Water ski, swim, jog.” He grinned at her. “Make love.”

Her pencil paused, then she quickly scribbled down his answer. “And what type of work do you do?” She was writing as she asked the final question, studiously avoiding his gaze, so she missed his expression of doubt and determination.

Beyond the bare bones, his work shouldn’t interest her.

Glancing up, she said, “You gave me a business card, but it doesn’t really say. Just your name and a number.”

He had many businesses, and even more managers to see to those businesses. That was why he hadn’t known about Shadow until boredom had forced him to come to Ohio, involving himself with his newest venture. He answered vaguely, hoping she wouldn’t press. “I’m self-employed, running my own affairs. As I said earlier, I’m in real estate.”

“Is it interesting?” Shadow asked as she wrote down the final information.

He looked at her bent head, the way her silky curls loosely framed her face. “More so each day.”

She smiled at Brent as she folded the papers. “That’s about it. All we need now is a picture. As I told you, Hot Shots here in the complex has offered to take the contestants’ photos for free. We can go there now if you like, or sometime later in the week.”

“If you have the time, we might as well get it over with.”

* * *

THE PHOTOGRAPHER WAS very friendly—a little too friendly, Shadow thought. The woman fawned over Brent, insisting he do the shot without a shirt, and Brent, surprising Shadow, decided to oblige her. He stripped off his shirt without a hint of modesty—not that modesty was necessary. He looked incredible.

Though his hair was light brown, the hair on his chest was darker, not overly thick, but sexy. He was muscular, with broad sinewy shoulders and sculpted biceps. His abdomen was hard, lean, divided by a slender line of that dark body hair. It swirled around his navel, then disappeared into his trousers.

Shadow’s heart began an erratic tattoo.

Just watching him, she flushed. Her eyes narrowed as the photographer moved Brent this way and that, taking far more shots than she had with the other contestants, her hands lingering on his bare skin. By the time they were done, Shadow wasn’t feeling particularly charitable toward the woman and left without saying farewell.

Brent ignored her mood, going right to work on hanging up the remaining decorations. She insisted on helping, and took immense pleasure in each light they connected, each wreath they hung. The November weather was characteristically biting, and by the time they finished, Brent’s cheekbones were red with the cold, Shadow’s nose just as rosy. They went inside, laughing, and plugged in the electrical cord.

Twinkle lights wound around the outside frame of the door and the overhang, where a huge wreath was centered. Inside, each window sported a different colored light, with a smaller wreath. The results weren’t uniform or elegant, but rather festive and fun. She liked it.

Shadow was taken off guard when Brent gave her a huge hug, enfolding her in his arms and lifting her off her feet.

“Thank you. I’ve enjoyed myself.”

Aware of Kallie watching surreptitiously, and of the few customers who gave them their attention, Shadow forced herself to pull away. She didn’t want to. She wanted to pull him down to the ground and have her way with him.

She sighed. “It was fun, wasn’t it? Thank you for helping.”

Brent, too, noticed their audience. He caught her cold hand, led her to her office and closed the door. In the next instant, she found herself pressed up against him.

“Brent?”

“I can’t wait until tonight to kiss you, Shadow.” He stripped off his leather gloves and his hands came up to cup her face, his palms warm and firm. He searched her face, lingering on each small detail, and a small smile flirted with his mouth. “You’re making me nuts, you know that?”

Shadow didn’t have time to answer. Brent lowered his head and touched his lips to hers—not tentatively, as she would have expected a first kiss to be, but purposefully, his mouth moving over hers, his body pressing closer until she was held securely against his length.

She could hear his breathing, smell the spicy scent of his aftershave, feel the heat and hardness of his body. Tension pulsed beneath her skin, a reaction she’d never felt before, certainly not from a simple kiss. When his tongue came out to lick over her lips, she opened, and he immediately took advantage of her quiet submission.

He tasted wonderful, she thought, curling her hands over his shoulders. Without conscious thought she closed her lips on his tongue and gently sucked.

Brent went rigid, then groaned. His body crushed closer, his breath pelting her cheek, hot and fast.

“Damn.” He drew away, his eyes searching her face in near wonder. “I knew from the minute I saw you you’d be like this.” He pressed his forehead to hers. “I want you, Shadow.”

The words leaped from her tongue. “I want you, too. I really do.”

His eyes flared, then quickly narrowed when she added with regret, “But it’s too soon. I…we can’t just give in to lust, Brent. I hardly know you.”

He released her to shove his hands in his pockets. His sigh was long and heartfelt. “How did I know you were going to say that?”

Shadow turned her back on him. This was when he would start issuing ultimatums. She wanted to see him again, and she hadn’t lied about wanting him. She did, more than she could remember wanting a man in a long, long time. But she also had deeply ingrained morals, and sleeping with a man she hardly knew went against everything she believed right and proper. Never mind that she felt she’d known him forever.

* * *

BRENT STARED AT SHADOW’S dejected stance. Withdrawn? Shadow? Not a chance. It had to be simply another part of the game she enjoyed playing. He said easily, “I better be going. I’ll see you tonight at Reba’s. And Shadow?”

She turned, her surprise evident.

“Don’t be late.”

“You still want to see me tonight?”

With a crooked grin, Brent moved toward her. Touching one finger to her soft mouth, he whispered, “Most definitely. But for my peace of mind, I think we should keep the kissing to a minimum.” He laughed. “My libido just can’t take all these sudden changes.”

CHAPTER 3 (#ulink_ff5810d0-ac1a-5a8b-ad9f-a3669bb8eb6e)

IT WAS TEN MINUTES after seven, and the parking lot was dark and icy cold. Shadow couldn’t believe her luck, had in fact been cursing the lack of it for the past fifteen minutes.

Leaving her ’66 Mustang convertible, a beauty she had always loved until now, Shadow slammed the door. It made a hollow, echoing sound across the deserted lot. The main parking area had plenty of spaces in it, but she preferred to leave her car in the back. It was less convenient to the entrance of the shops, but out of harm’s way from heavy traffic and loose shopping carts.

Shadow shivered as she hurried across the pavement, holding her coat collar tight around her throat. Brent would think she’d stood him up, when that was the very last thing she’d do.

Kallie was already gone, the shop locked up. Wednesday was their only early evening, every other night of the week they were open till nine, except Sunday, when they worked only a half day. Rather than go to the bother of reopening the shop, Shadow stepped into a phone booth and closed the door so the light would come on. With numb fingers she flipped through the phone book until she found the listing for Reba’s. Her teeth were chattering by the time she managed to dial the number and get an answer.

It was no surprise that she had to wait several minutes before Brent could be located. The restaurant-bar was busy in the early evening. Shadow felt such relief when Brent finally came to the phone, she actually sank back against the icy glass wall of the phone booth.

“Shadow?”

“Oh, Brent, I—I—I’m so sorry.”

There was a heavy silence, then with some urgency, he demanded, “Are you all right?”

“I—I’m fine. Just f-freezing. My stupid car won’t start. I d-d-didn’t want you to think I’d stood you up.”

Another pause, and Brent asked, “Where are you?”