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dinner?”
    “That would be lovely.” She smiled at him, saw his mouth curve slightly in response, then moved to the doorway watching as he went down the stairs.
Honestly, how can a man as massive as he is move so gracefully?
    Olivia slowly closed the door and walked over to the armoire where she’d stowed her clothes. For some reason, she wanted to dress up a bit. Though Micah wore jeans and a denim shirt, she wanted to be a “typical” female and impress him. Knowing men were more visual than women, she’d definitely “dress to impress” tonight.
    Pulling her favorite silk shirt out of the armoire, Olivia dug through her clothes until she found the slim black skirt she’d bought recently. She tossed them on the bed then dug through her lingerie until she had the pieces she wanted.
    Taking the lacy bits into the bathroom with her, she raced through her shower, washing her hair and body quickly then smoothing her favorite lotion into her still-damp skin.
    She made quick use of the hair dryer and diffuser, scrunching her curls and then swiping her mouth with her cherry lip gloss. She used a small amount of mascara on her lashes then pulled on the black lace thong and matching push-up bra.
    Silently she thanked her best friend for talking her into buying the bra because tonight she wanted to make the most of what she had. Rolling thigh-high hose on, she smoothed her hands up her legs. Olivia studied her reflection in the full-length mirror, knowing what she’d see. A woman bent on seduction.
    She ruthlessly shut down the memories of ambulances. This time would be different. This time she would control that savage thing that lurked inside her. She just hoped Micah appreciated the trouble she was going to.
    Olivia stepped into her skirt, zipped it up then checked the appearance of the slit in the side as she took a step forward. Perfect. Just enough leg. She hummed her satisfaction, stopping when she realized it sounded more like a low growl.
Get it together, Olivia, or you will have only yourself to blame-and you’ll have to satisfy yourself…again.
    She pulled her blouse on and buttoned it with hands that shook slightly. She’d never allowed herself to even consider this-not since that night she’d terrified herself and her boyfriend. Micah-something about Micah made her crazy. That afternoon’s self-exploration hadn’t taken the edge off this attraction.
    If anything, it had only added to it. Still, she’d have to keep her wild side in check. He didn’t look like the type to scare easily, but you just never knew. At least he was big enough to defend himself if she did get out of hand. Olivia glanced at the ever-present medicine bottle.
    “No, no and no. I am not going to dull myself with that junk. Tonight I can handle this. I will not turn into some crazy monster woman.”
    One last look in the mirror and she stepped into the heels that had cost her one and a half freelance articles. Sylvie, her best friend, called them CFM shoes. Olivia had only asked her once what that stood for, but once had been enough.
“Come fuck me” indeed.
She dabbed a small bit of perfume on her wrists, the base of her throat and between her breasts.
    One hand on the railing gave her confidence on the sky-high heels as she descended. Mouthwatering aromas rose to greet her. She inhaled deeply and smiled. If she didn’t know better, she could swear that in all the many smells coming from the kitchen, Micah’s wove in and out. She shook her head. No way could she smell the man. She really needed to get that out of her head.
     
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    Olivia pushed her plate back with a sigh. “You’d better be right about me burning these calories off during the day or I’ll never fit into my clothes again!” She smiled at her dinner companion.
    He leaned away from the table, rocking his chair back on two legs. A slow smile curved across his face as he nodded. “Shall we have coffee on the couch? I’ll throw a few logs on the fire