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What she was doing with the coat. She'd been practicing. For Simon. And here
he was. Talk about a little sexy serendipity.
Should she? Could she? Once he got over the surprise, he wouldn't quibble
about the details, would he?
Sara wrapped the coat tightly around her. It was a furnace inside this coat.
She'd discovered the cure for freezing to death. Furs and Saran Wrap. Nobody
would ever be cold again. Siberia could be a paradise. When she got out of
this, she'd write the president.
Stop. Concentrate.
"Sara?" His voice was much closer.
Okay, she was going to have to answer him. She walked to the doorway of
the bedroom. "Simon." She was trying for a low purr, but got a cracked
squeak.
He turned around and was holding the damn cashmere sweater cat.
Oh, but the delight that spread across his face did bolster her self-esteem.
"There you are."
"Yes, here I am." She cleared her throat and stepped into the living room.
"I've been trying to get that cat out of the closet ever since I got here, and as
soon as it hears you, it's out of there like a shot."
"You miss me, Cleo?" He scratched behind the cat's ears.
She purred and blinked at Sara. Cleo, you slut.
Then Simon raised his eyes. Oh, that look. It was one of the sexiest things
about him, the way he could look at her and make her think she was the only
woman in the world. Make her think of the possibilities that came with being
the only woman in the world in Simon's eyes.
It was addicting, that look. He was just laying it all out there, signaling his
interest, making himself vulnerable, cutting through all the posturing men
usually did.
Simon could seduce with just that look. It made a girl wonder what he
could do with his hands, his mouth and other pertinent parts of his anatomy
particularly to a girl naked beneath a fur coat.
He didn't seem to notice the coat. Maybe she could bluff her way through
this.
Sweat trickled down her legs. "You're back early."
His fingers had stopped scratching Cleo's ears and the cat jumped down,
streaking toward the kitchen. "I worked like a madman so I could get back to
you."
Oh, wow. Exactly the right words. Words that slammed into her and revved
up her idling motor.
"I've just come from the airport." He was dressed in a suit that looked
nothing like a suit that had been worn on a transatlantic flight, but his hair
was endearingly wavy, not tamed with its usual ruthlessness.
His eyes, though tired, had lost none of their intensity. "You didn't answer
when I called your home, so I took a chance that you'd be here."
"And here I am." Hadn't she already said that?
"Yes." It was almost a whisper, a whisper that curled around her heart.
Shouldn't somebody be kissing somebody?
Simon's expression was full of such intense longing and desire that it filled
her with an answering need. And yet, he stood there, his hands loosely at his
sides.
Sweat trickled beneath her breasts and she realized that her arms her fur-
covered arms were crossed over them in the classic defensive position. "I
suppose you're wondering about the coat."
"No."
"Houston gets a little crazy with the air conditioning& " He'd said "no."
And that was the moment she fell in love with him. She was standing in his
neighbor's apartment wearing her fur coat naked, and he didn't even know
it. He'd worked himself past exhaustion just to be with her and now stood
there, barely holding himself in check because he was waiting for the tiniest
little signal from her and she'd given him nothing. Had she said she was glad
to see him? Had she smiled at him? Told him she'd missed him? Had she in
any way indicated that she wanted him?
No.
And he wanted her. This fabulous hunk of a man wanted her. Fiercely. She
had no doubt of that. But he must doubt her.
It was time to remove all doubt. It was time to remove the coat.
She took a step farther into the room. "I've been thinking of you."
A muscle twitched in the side of his jaw.
"And Hayden, well& " This was harder than she thought. She just couldn't
quite get there. She needed some intro music, or something.
"I haven't been thinking of Hayden at all."
"Good I mean, sometimes Hayden has some good ideas." She tried for a
sophisticated Hayden laugh and all she got was a nervous, breathy giggle. So
sexy. She swallowed. "The coat was her idea." But that sounded like she was
blaming Hayden. "She said that there was nothing like a fur coat to make a
woman look alluring to a man."
Actually, Hayden hadn't said that, but it sounded like something she would
say.
"You don't need a fur coat to be alluring. Take it off."
She shivered, even though she was hot. Maybe because she was hot. "Well,
yes, well, um, there's more. Or less, actually." Where was her inner vixen? Cleo
had more sensual moves than she did.
Simon took a step toward her. "Take the coat off." It was a rough whisper.
It wasn't a suggestion.
"I was just practicing that."
He'd started to take another step toward her when she let one side of the
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