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nearby."
Amanda nodded. "Okay. What time?"
He'd never get a better exit opportunity. He logged off his
computer, pushed back his chair and stood up. "I'm going out. Shall we
meet here for breakfast at 8?" The surprise on her face made it worth the
effort he had to make to leave the suite.
The next day, since they'd postponed their departure in
order to meet with the Molloys' accountant, they'd be spending the night in
Philadelphia again. After a full day of meetings at the offices of Daily Eats,
Logan felt entitled to claim a reward.
"The Philadelphia Symphony is playing tonight," he
said casually, as they entered the suite. "Would you care to join
me?"
Confusion chased surprise across her face. Excellent. She wanted to go, but was nervous about his
intentions. He didn't mind keeping her guessing.
"Okay," she said slowly. "That might be
enjoyable."
"Good." He strode toward his bedroom, turning back
at the last moment. "We'll have to leave quickly. Say 6? I've made dinner
reservations at Marquesa's ." Before she could
respond with the negative comment he could see forming on her lips, he closed
the door to his bedroom behind him. She wouldn't venture there just to smack
him down.
***
Once they were on private time, Logan segued easily into
subtle courting behavior. A touch on her back when going
through doorways. A helping hand on her elbow when
getting into or out of the limo. And his favorite. Assisting her with her coat. The lingering touches on
her shoulders were just enough to remind her he was there, yet not enough to
force her to object.
Marquesa's was an intimate and
romantic restaurant, the tables small enough that the
occasional brush of his knee on hers could be accepted as accidental. But her
cheeks flushed delightfully every time he did it.
He was careful not to overdo it. Three times only, in one
long meal. It was tough, but he was good at keeping his long-term goal in mind.
When the waiter had poured the excellent red wine he'd
ordered, he raised his glass. "To a successful
partnership."
She clicked his glass. "Thanks for giving me another
chance."
"I'm sure you'll do a great job. Tell me, have your
mother and sister moved to Denver?"
"They have. Julia has already begun her
treatments."
"How long will they take?"
"Hopefully, not more than six months. My mother is on a
leave from her job and that's the amount of time she has."
"I thought she was quitting?"
"We decided a leave would be better." Her tone was
frosty, and he almost smiled. He was sure she'd changed the plans to give
herself a little wiggle room in case her job with him didn't work out.
Not that he objected. He'd never kept a mistress for more
than three months, though he could see he'd need more time with Amanda,
especially since a courting period was required. Six months might be an
excellent period of time.
He probed her gently for information, maintaining a
friendly, non-threatening manner. He wanted to disarm her, but he also truly
enjoyed her company. By the end of the meal, he'd learned she was sub-letting
an apartment from a college friend who was leaving soon to go to France on a
Fulbright scholarship. Her sister had a serious lung disease being treated at
the National Jewish hospital in Denver. Her mother worked at a medical office,
and it was clear that their financial circumstances, while not dire, had never
been comfortable.
He also knew that Amanda was a positive thinker, who had a
clear-eyed plan for her future, and took her responsibilities to her family
seriously.
She appealed to him on a basic level that he didn't see any
need to question. Everything about her - from her softly flowing honey hair, to
her warm laugh, to the lush body he could only glimpse occasionally -
everything appealed to the male in him. He wanted to have her now, right away,
to forget about the symphony, return to the hotel and undress her slowly. He
wanted to caress her with his hands and lips, to press his body down upon hers
and invade
Amanda nodded. "Okay. What time?"
He'd never get a better exit opportunity. He logged off his
computer, pushed back his chair and stood up. "I'm going out. Shall we
meet here for breakfast at 8?" The surprise on her face made it worth the
effort he had to make to leave the suite.
The next day, since they'd postponed their departure in
order to meet with the Molloys' accountant, they'd be spending the night in
Philadelphia again. After a full day of meetings at the offices of Daily Eats,
Logan felt entitled to claim a reward.
"The Philadelphia Symphony is playing tonight," he
said casually, as they entered the suite. "Would you care to join
me?"
Confusion chased surprise across her face. Excellent. She wanted to go, but was nervous about his
intentions. He didn't mind keeping her guessing.
"Okay," she said slowly. "That might be
enjoyable."
"Good." He strode toward his bedroom, turning back
at the last moment. "We'll have to leave quickly. Say 6? I've made dinner
reservations at Marquesa's ." Before she could
respond with the negative comment he could see forming on her lips, he closed
the door to his bedroom behind him. She wouldn't venture there just to smack
him down.
***
Once they were on private time, Logan segued easily into
subtle courting behavior. A touch on her back when going
through doorways. A helping hand on her elbow when
getting into or out of the limo. And his favorite. Assisting her with her coat. The lingering touches on
her shoulders were just enough to remind her he was there, yet not enough to
force her to object.
Marquesa's was an intimate and
romantic restaurant, the tables small enough that the
occasional brush of his knee on hers could be accepted as accidental. But her
cheeks flushed delightfully every time he did it.
He was careful not to overdo it. Three times only, in one
long meal. It was tough, but he was good at keeping his long-term goal in mind.
When the waiter had poured the excellent red wine he'd
ordered, he raised his glass. "To a successful
partnership."
She clicked his glass. "Thanks for giving me another
chance."
"I'm sure you'll do a great job. Tell me, have your
mother and sister moved to Denver?"
"They have. Julia has already begun her
treatments."
"How long will they take?"
"Hopefully, not more than six months. My mother is on a
leave from her job and that's the amount of time she has."
"I thought she was quitting?"
"We decided a leave would be better." Her tone was
frosty, and he almost smiled. He was sure she'd changed the plans to give
herself a little wiggle room in case her job with him didn't work out.
Not that he objected. He'd never kept a mistress for more
than three months, though he could see he'd need more time with Amanda,
especially since a courting period was required. Six months might be an
excellent period of time.
He probed her gently for information, maintaining a
friendly, non-threatening manner. He wanted to disarm her, but he also truly
enjoyed her company. By the end of the meal, he'd learned she was sub-letting
an apartment from a college friend who was leaving soon to go to France on a
Fulbright scholarship. Her sister had a serious lung disease being treated at
the National Jewish hospital in Denver. Her mother worked at a medical office,
and it was clear that their financial circumstances, while not dire, had never
been comfortable.
He also knew that Amanda was a positive thinker, who had a
clear-eyed plan for her future, and took her responsibilities to her family
seriously.
She appealed to him on a basic level that he didn't see any
need to question. Everything about her - from her softly flowing honey hair, to
her warm laugh, to the lush body he could only glimpse occasionally -
everything appealed to the male in him. He wanted to have her now, right away,
to forget about the symphony, return to the hotel and undress her slowly. He
wanted to caress her with his hands and lips, to press his body down upon hers
and invade
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