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thought about this since I was a child. We’ll see. If it doesn’t go well, then at least I can say I tried. And then move on to Plan C.”
“All right, good luck. And be safe.”
“Thanks, Sarah.” Changing the subject, she asked, “How are the birthday plans going? I can’t believe Jack’s going to be two!”
Several hours later, her skin shiny and supple after a few hours at Elizabeth Arden, Caroline stepped out of the bathroom to get dressed for her dinner with Malcolm. She felt relaxed by the seaweed wrap. Her face glowed from the pumpkin facial peel. And she was rejuvenated by the eucalyptus steam shower. She was ready for any challenge. Perhaps, especially for this one. Every woman felt more like a woman after a day at the spa. Malcolm’s secretary had called to get her address and to let her know that Malcolm would be by at exactly 6:00. Bring him on, she thought, her confidence boosted by how good her body felt. Confidence in how she looked would help in those areas where she felt a little unsteady.
Caroline studied the outfit and accessories she’d placed on the bed earlier. She would be wearing a black lace overlay dress with a scalloped neckline. A halter dress, the design would accentuate her slim shoulders. The dress wasn’t flashy, but it was eye catching. Deliberately so. She’d decided on a dress that Malcolm would notice and conclude that she had the style and presence to match his own. If he couldn’t imagine her as a match to his own thoughts of himself, there would little chance that he could see her as his wife.
With less than twenty minutes before Malcolm was to arrive, Caroline was standing in front of the mirror in her walk-in closet studying her finished look. She tilted her head back, liking the way the earrings dangled from her lobes. She often chose her favorite pair by Badgley Mischka when she was going for a confident, sexy look. Sparkling with diamonds, their large flat tear drop shape allowed them to spin and twist, catching moonlight as well as they did sunlight. She’d gone back and forth between a matching necklace and no necklace at all. She’d decided one wasn’t needed to draw attention to her subtle cleavage. She wasn’t well endowed, but she was proportional and perky. The push-up demi did the rest.
Sighing deeply, Caroline glanced at the clock on the mantel. Malcolm would be arriving any moment. She felt ready. When she left Malcolm that night she wanted to be sure she left him with a few things to think about. She could match him success for success and money to money. But she had to convince him she was also wife material. Her dreams depended on it.
Chapter Twelve
Caroline saw the Rolls Royce pull to the curb. Hers was a quiet neighborhood with few cars on the street. Even if it hadn’t been a gorgeous classic car, it would have been hard to miss. She watched Malcolm step from the rear of the car. She had prepared herself to see him again. Or so she thought. She knew he was sexy, but the man climbing her front steps was so ridiculously sensual that her entire body began humming. She had planned to meet him at the door, but she was rooted to the spot, helpless to do doing anything but stare.
She felt her heart nosedive to her stomach. Maybe this wasn’t her best idea. There was risk, and then there was fear. And this fear, the kind that wrenched her stomach muscles, had her thinking that perhaps she should have skipped that second glass of wine. He was wearing a tailored light gray suit and French blue shirt that fit him with precision.
She bit her lip and stared, drinking in each feature. God, he was gorgeous. She imagined the hard lithe body under that tailored suit and went weak in the knees. She closed her eyes, lost in the possibilities. What would it be like to hear a rumble of desire rise from his chest and feel his hard body pressed intimately against her core? Her breathing quickened, and for a moment she was sure she could actually hear his
“All right, good luck. And be safe.”
“Thanks, Sarah.” Changing the subject, she asked, “How are the birthday plans going? I can’t believe Jack’s going to be two!”
Several hours later, her skin shiny and supple after a few hours at Elizabeth Arden, Caroline stepped out of the bathroom to get dressed for her dinner with Malcolm. She felt relaxed by the seaweed wrap. Her face glowed from the pumpkin facial peel. And she was rejuvenated by the eucalyptus steam shower. She was ready for any challenge. Perhaps, especially for this one. Every woman felt more like a woman after a day at the spa. Malcolm’s secretary had called to get her address and to let her know that Malcolm would be by at exactly 6:00. Bring him on, she thought, her confidence boosted by how good her body felt. Confidence in how she looked would help in those areas where she felt a little unsteady.
Caroline studied the outfit and accessories she’d placed on the bed earlier. She would be wearing a black lace overlay dress with a scalloped neckline. A halter dress, the design would accentuate her slim shoulders. The dress wasn’t flashy, but it was eye catching. Deliberately so. She’d decided on a dress that Malcolm would notice and conclude that she had the style and presence to match his own. If he couldn’t imagine her as a match to his own thoughts of himself, there would little chance that he could see her as his wife.
With less than twenty minutes before Malcolm was to arrive, Caroline was standing in front of the mirror in her walk-in closet studying her finished look. She tilted her head back, liking the way the earrings dangled from her lobes. She often chose her favorite pair by Badgley Mischka when she was going for a confident, sexy look. Sparkling with diamonds, their large flat tear drop shape allowed them to spin and twist, catching moonlight as well as they did sunlight. She’d gone back and forth between a matching necklace and no necklace at all. She’d decided one wasn’t needed to draw attention to her subtle cleavage. She wasn’t well endowed, but she was proportional and perky. The push-up demi did the rest.
Sighing deeply, Caroline glanced at the clock on the mantel. Malcolm would be arriving any moment. She felt ready. When she left Malcolm that night she wanted to be sure she left him with a few things to think about. She could match him success for success and money to money. But she had to convince him she was also wife material. Her dreams depended on it.
Chapter Twelve
Caroline saw the Rolls Royce pull to the curb. Hers was a quiet neighborhood with few cars on the street. Even if it hadn’t been a gorgeous classic car, it would have been hard to miss. She watched Malcolm step from the rear of the car. She had prepared herself to see him again. Or so she thought. She knew he was sexy, but the man climbing her front steps was so ridiculously sensual that her entire body began humming. She had planned to meet him at the door, but she was rooted to the spot, helpless to do doing anything but stare.
She felt her heart nosedive to her stomach. Maybe this wasn’t her best idea. There was risk, and then there was fear. And this fear, the kind that wrenched her stomach muscles, had her thinking that perhaps she should have skipped that second glass of wine. He was wearing a tailored light gray suit and French blue shirt that fit him with precision.
She bit her lip and stared, drinking in each feature. God, he was gorgeous. She imagined the hard lithe body under that tailored suit and went weak in the knees. She closed her eyes, lost in the possibilities. What would it be like to hear a rumble of desire rise from his chest and feel his hard body pressed intimately against her core? Her breathing quickened, and for a moment she was sure she could actually hear his
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