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"Oh, no!" she replied huskily. "But why?"
"Why not?"
Her pulse started to run away. She wanted to refuse. She should. But somehow she couldn't. "I..what
time?"
she asked.
"Six."
"This isn't a good idea, you know," she said. "I'm still Randy's sister, and the past hasn't changed. Not
at all."
He moved closer to the desk and his lean hand toyed with a notepad on its paper-littered surface. His
pale green eyes
searched her dark ones quietly. "That's true. Maybe I've changed. I enjoy your company. I want to take
you out for a meal. That's all," he
added flatly. "You won't have to fight me off over dessert and coffee."
She laughed nervously. "That was the last thought in my mind."
He didn't believe that. But she relaxed, and he felt glad that he'd said it. He didn't want to make her
uneasy.
She'd been too much on his
mind lately and he wanted to find a way to purge her from it. Perhaps closer acquaintance would
solve the problem for him. Often women who
seemed nice weren't, and they couldn't keep up the act when a than took the time to get to know them.
Melody was relieved by his blunt statement. There had been a time or two when she had found herself
having to talk her way out of a
difficult situation.
"I'll see you at six, then," he said.
He stuck the Stetson back on his head and went to the door. He paused there and turned. "I'm rabidly
old-fashioned in one respect. I like
dresses."
She grinned impishly. "Yes, but how do you look in a dress?" she asked curiously.
His pale eyes splintered with good humor. "Wear what you damned well please, then," he mused. "See
you later."
Melody owned one nice dress. It was black with a silvery draped bodice and spaghetti straps. It
flattered her full-figured body without making her
sexiness blatant. She coiled her hair around the top of her head and wore more makeup than usual.
The final touch was high heels. Most men she
dated were her height or shorter. But Emmett was very tall, and she could get away with wearing high
heels when she went out with him.
She liked the way she felt when she was dressed up; very feminine and sensuous.
Now, she wondered, why should she think of herself as
sensuous? She had to douse that thought before Emmett read it in her face. She didn't want any
complications.
He was prompt. The doorbell sounded exactly at six. She opened the door and there he was, very
elegant in dark slacks and a white dinner
jacket with a red carnation in the buttonhole of his lapel. The stark white contrasted handsomely with
his lean, dark face and dark hair. He had on a
cream-colored Stetson to set off the elegance.
"You look very nice," she said huskily.
"Stole my line," he mused, grinning at her. "Ready to go?"
"I'll just get my wrap and my purse."
She draped a black mantilla over her shoulders and picked up her small black crepe purse. She
checked to make sure Alistair had water and
cat food. He was curled up on the couch asleep, so she didn't disturb him.
Emmett waited while she locked the door before he took her hand in his and led her along the
corridor.
If someone had told her that holding hands could be a powerful aphrodisiac she might have laughed,
but with Emmett, it was. His lean,
strong hand curled into her fingers with confident possession. Beside him she felt protected and
unexpectedly feminine. She couldn't remember
ever feeling that way with another date.
He saw her expression as he led her into the empty elevator and pushed the Down button. He'd let go
of her hand to do that. Now he leaned
conflicting emotions that washed over her
face.
elegantly against the rail inside the elevator as it started to move and just watched her, registering the
The tension between them was chaotic. She could barely breathe as she met his eyes and felt her knees
go weak.
"You look lovely," he said, his voice deep, his eyes faintly glittery. "Black provides a backdrop for all
the color in your hair and your
face." His eyes fell to her draped bodice and lingered there, making her feel shivery all over.
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