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Finally Paige found the strength to release his arm. She took a step back, and they both swallowed long and deep.
“I…I’m sorry,” she said, even though she didn’t know what she was apologizing for. Who was at fault for the intense desire that had begun to thrum through the air the moment she touched him?
He took a step closer, and her breath seized in her throat.
His cell phone rang again.
“Dammit,” he whispered. His eyes bored into hers, filled with a heat so extreme it warmed her from the inside out. “I have to go,” he said.
Without another word, he walked out of her apartment, closing the door behind him.
Chapter 7
P aige poured tea from the ornate teapot and sat it back onto the trivet in the center of the table. She was tired of drinking this darn tea. If Angela didn’t get here in the next five minutes, she was going solo.
But not having the distraction of Angela and her fiancé to share in the dinner conversation left her mind open to explore other things. Like Torrian Smallwood’s visit to her apartment. Having him there had been…well…nice. Too nice. So nice that it’s all she had been able to think about.
His position as a wide receiver had lent to his perfect build. He had muscles for days, but they were lean, sinewy and just the right size. The power in his muscular legs had been displayed to perfection when he sat on her favorite green chair and the fabric of his expensive jeans had stretched taut over them. The man was a study in the perfect body.
She was safer having that perfect body on her television screen, not in the middle of her living room. He was just a bit too tempting, and a stark reminder of a basic missing element in her life.
It had been over two years since she’d had what could be even remotely called a serious boyfriend, and to be honest, there was nothing serious about her relationship with Michael Weston. He’d started out as a coworker at her first job with a small paper in New York, and they had soon become friends. A few months later it had turned into something more, but neither of them had any illusions that what they shared would lead to something permanent. Michael had told her in his last e-mail that he had just proposed to his old girlfriend. Paige was happy for him.
Her cell phone chimed the tune she had designated for Angela.
“You’d better have a good excuse for being so late,” Paige barked into the phone.
“I’m in the hospital,” Angela answered.
“What?” Paige shrieked, causing more than a few heads to turn. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. It’s Bryce. He was trying to trim roses he bought to surprise me. I’m really sorry, Paige. I know this is the second time I’ve stood you up.”
“Well, it couldn’t really be helped this time,” she answered. “Tell Bryce I hope he feels better.”
“Thanks, Paige. If the food is any good, maybe we can go again next week. My treat.”
“I’m not holding my breath,” Paige laughed.
“I totally deserve that,” Angela chuckled. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
Paige disconnected and sighed. She was used to eating alone; she didn’t know why the prospect seemed so bleak now. She motioned for the table attendant. She didn’t need to occupy such a large table now.
“May I help you, ma’am?” the attendant asked.
“The rest of my party couldn’t make it,” Paige said. “Can I move to one of the smaller tables in the corner?”
“Of course,” the girl answered. She gathered the teapot and trivet from the table. “I will bring you more tea.”
“No, no more tea,” Paige answered. “Actually, you can bring me a drink menu once I’m seated.”
“Of course. Right this way, ma’am.”
Paige rose from the table of four and followed the table attendant. Her step stuttered as she spotted Torrian heading straight toward her.
“Oh, God,” she muttered. Of all the sushi restaurants in New York…
And, of course, the table attendant was
Finally Paige found the strength to release his arm. She took a step back, and they both swallowed long and deep.
“I…I’m sorry,” she said, even though she didn’t know what she was apologizing for. Who was at fault for the intense desire that had begun to thrum through the air the moment she touched him?
He took a step closer, and her breath seized in her throat.
His cell phone rang again.
“Dammit,” he whispered. His eyes bored into hers, filled with a heat so extreme it warmed her from the inside out. “I have to go,” he said.
Without another word, he walked out of her apartment, closing the door behind him.
Chapter 7
P aige poured tea from the ornate teapot and sat it back onto the trivet in the center of the table. She was tired of drinking this darn tea. If Angela didn’t get here in the next five minutes, she was going solo.
But not having the distraction of Angela and her fiancé to share in the dinner conversation left her mind open to explore other things. Like Torrian Smallwood’s visit to her apartment. Having him there had been…well…nice. Too nice. So nice that it’s all she had been able to think about.
His position as a wide receiver had lent to his perfect build. He had muscles for days, but they were lean, sinewy and just the right size. The power in his muscular legs had been displayed to perfection when he sat on her favorite green chair and the fabric of his expensive jeans had stretched taut over them. The man was a study in the perfect body.
She was safer having that perfect body on her television screen, not in the middle of her living room. He was just a bit too tempting, and a stark reminder of a basic missing element in her life.
It had been over two years since she’d had what could be even remotely called a serious boyfriend, and to be honest, there was nothing serious about her relationship with Michael Weston. He’d started out as a coworker at her first job with a small paper in New York, and they had soon become friends. A few months later it had turned into something more, but neither of them had any illusions that what they shared would lead to something permanent. Michael had told her in his last e-mail that he had just proposed to his old girlfriend. Paige was happy for him.
Her cell phone chimed the tune she had designated for Angela.
“You’d better have a good excuse for being so late,” Paige barked into the phone.
“I’m in the hospital,” Angela answered.
“What?” Paige shrieked, causing more than a few heads to turn. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. It’s Bryce. He was trying to trim roses he bought to surprise me. I’m really sorry, Paige. I know this is the second time I’ve stood you up.”
“Well, it couldn’t really be helped this time,” she answered. “Tell Bryce I hope he feels better.”
“Thanks, Paige. If the food is any good, maybe we can go again next week. My treat.”
“I’m not holding my breath,” Paige laughed.
“I totally deserve that,” Angela chuckled. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
Paige disconnected and sighed. She was used to eating alone; she didn’t know why the prospect seemed so bleak now. She motioned for the table attendant. She didn’t need to occupy such a large table now.
“May I help you, ma’am?” the attendant asked.
“The rest of my party couldn’t make it,” Paige said. “Can I move to one of the smaller tables in the corner?”
“Of course,” the girl answered. She gathered the teapot and trivet from the table. “I will bring you more tea.”
“No, no more tea,” Paige answered. “Actually, you can bring me a drink menu once I’m seated.”
“Of course. Right this way, ma’am.”
Paige rose from the table of four and followed the table attendant. Her step stuttered as she spotted Torrian heading straight toward her.
“Oh, God,” she muttered. Of all the sushi restaurants in New York…
And, of course, the table attendant was
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