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noticed for the first time that her nails—now two inches long—were painted a brilliant fire engine red.
Nancy held open the door and smiled in welcome. “Please, come inside.”
Meg’s high heels clattered against the tile entryway. Steve looked around, pleased to note that his sister had cleaned up the house a bit.
“Oh, Stevie,” Meg whined, “you never told me what a beautiful home you have.” She trailed one finger along the underside of his jaw. “But then, we haven’t had time to discuss much of anything, have we?”
“Make yourself comfortable,” Steve said and watched as Meg chose to sit on the sofa. She sat, crossing her legs with great ceremony. Then she patted the empty space beside her, silently requesting Steve to join her there. He glanced longingly at his favorite chair, but moved across the room and sat down next to Meg.
The minute he was comfortable, Meg placed her hand possessively on his knee and flexed her nails into his thigh. Inch by provocative inch she raked her nails up his leg until it was all Steve could do not to pop straight off the sofa. He caught her hand and stopped her from reaching what seemed to be her ultimate destination.
Her expression was mildly repentant when she lookedat him, but Steve knew her well enough to know the action had been deliberate.
“I thought you might be hungry before Steve takes you to dinner, so I made a few hors d’oeuvres,” Nancy said and excused herself.
“What are you doing?” Steve whispered the minute his sister was out of the room.
“Doing? What do you mean?” She had wide-eyed innocence down to an art.
“Never mind,” he muttered as Nancy returned from the kitchen carrying a small silver platter.
“Those look wonderful,” Meg said sweetly when his sister put the tray on the coffee table in front of them. “But I couldn’t eat a thing.”
To the best of his knowledge it was the first time his sister had cooked from the moment she’d moved in with him, and he wasn’t about to let it go to waste. He chose a tiny wiener wrapped in some kind of crispy dough and tossed it in his mouth.
“You shouldn’t have gone to all this trouble,” Meg told his sister.
Nancy sat across the room from them, apparently at a complete loss for words.
“I suspect you’re wondering about all these letters and e-mails I wrote,” Meg said, getting the conversation going. “I hope you aren’t unhappy with me.”
“No, no, not at all,” Nancy said, rushing the words together.
“It’s just that I’ve come to know what people
really
want from me by the things they say.” She turned, and with the tip of her index finger wiped a crumb from the corner of his mouth. Her tongue moistened her lips and Steve’s insides turned to mush.
“I learned a long time ago what men want from a woman,” Meg continued after a moment, “especially when I went to work for a phone sex line. Most of the guys are just looking for a woman to talk dirty to them.”
“I see.” Nancy folded her hands primly in her lap.
“There was the occasional guy who was looking for a good girl to shock, of course. I got very talented at acting horrified.” She made a soft, gasping sound, then laughed demurely.
“Why … why would someone like you place an ad in Dateline?” Nancy asked, nervously brushing the hair from her face.
“Well, first,” Meg said, holding his sister’s gaze, “it’s just about the only way someone like me can meet anyone decent. But it wasn’t your brother who answered the ad, now, was it?”
“No, but—”
“Not that it matters,” Meg said, cutting her off. “I was tired of my job and all those guys asking me to say thosenasty things, and I didn’t want to start working on my back again.”
“On your … back,” Nancy repeated.
“I’m sorry, sugar. I didn’t mean to shock you. I’ve got a colorful past—but that doesn’t mean I’m a bad girl. I’ve got a heart just brimming with love. All I need is the right
Nancy held open the door and smiled in welcome. “Please, come inside.”
Meg’s high heels clattered against the tile entryway. Steve looked around, pleased to note that his sister had cleaned up the house a bit.
“Oh, Stevie,” Meg whined, “you never told me what a beautiful home you have.” She trailed one finger along the underside of his jaw. “But then, we haven’t had time to discuss much of anything, have we?”
“Make yourself comfortable,” Steve said and watched as Meg chose to sit on the sofa. She sat, crossing her legs with great ceremony. Then she patted the empty space beside her, silently requesting Steve to join her there. He glanced longingly at his favorite chair, but moved across the room and sat down next to Meg.
The minute he was comfortable, Meg placed her hand possessively on his knee and flexed her nails into his thigh. Inch by provocative inch she raked her nails up his leg until it was all Steve could do not to pop straight off the sofa. He caught her hand and stopped her from reaching what seemed to be her ultimate destination.
Her expression was mildly repentant when she lookedat him, but Steve knew her well enough to know the action had been deliberate.
“I thought you might be hungry before Steve takes you to dinner, so I made a few hors d’oeuvres,” Nancy said and excused herself.
“What are you doing?” Steve whispered the minute his sister was out of the room.
“Doing? What do you mean?” She had wide-eyed innocence down to an art.
“Never mind,” he muttered as Nancy returned from the kitchen carrying a small silver platter.
“Those look wonderful,” Meg said sweetly when his sister put the tray on the coffee table in front of them. “But I couldn’t eat a thing.”
To the best of his knowledge it was the first time his sister had cooked from the moment she’d moved in with him, and he wasn’t about to let it go to waste. He chose a tiny wiener wrapped in some kind of crispy dough and tossed it in his mouth.
“You shouldn’t have gone to all this trouble,” Meg told his sister.
Nancy sat across the room from them, apparently at a complete loss for words.
“I suspect you’re wondering about all these letters and e-mails I wrote,” Meg said, getting the conversation going. “I hope you aren’t unhappy with me.”
“No, no, not at all,” Nancy said, rushing the words together.
“It’s just that I’ve come to know what people
really
want from me by the things they say.” She turned, and with the tip of her index finger wiped a crumb from the corner of his mouth. Her tongue moistened her lips and Steve’s insides turned to mush.
“I learned a long time ago what men want from a woman,” Meg continued after a moment, “especially when I went to work for a phone sex line. Most of the guys are just looking for a woman to talk dirty to them.”
“I see.” Nancy folded her hands primly in her lap.
“There was the occasional guy who was looking for a good girl to shock, of course. I got very talented at acting horrified.” She made a soft, gasping sound, then laughed demurely.
“Why … why would someone like you place an ad in Dateline?” Nancy asked, nervously brushing the hair from her face.
“Well, first,” Meg said, holding his sister’s gaze, “it’s just about the only way someone like me can meet anyone decent. But it wasn’t your brother who answered the ad, now, was it?”
“No, but—”
“Not that it matters,” Meg said, cutting her off. “I was tired of my job and all those guys asking me to say thosenasty things, and I didn’t want to start working on my back again.”
“On your … back,” Nancy repeated.
“I’m sorry, sugar. I didn’t mean to shock you. I’ve got a colorful past—but that doesn’t mean I’m a bad girl. I’ve got a heart just brimming with love. All I need is the right
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