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him.
“Your friend?” He pulled away from her. “Yeah, I am that, Jazz. I guess I’ll always be that.”
Jazzmyn was suddenly put off by the nearness of his body. The smell of him sent visions of their night together rushing across her mind. She quickly pushed the lurid thoughts aside.
“Better get back to your lunch prep,” she directed, backing away from him.
Kyle grabbed at the towel over his right shoulder and nodded. “Yeah, time to get back to work.”
Jazzmyn noted the way his wide shoulders sagged and how the light in his blue eyes dimmed. She wanted to soothe his disappointment, but feared her good intentions would only be interpreted as encouragement. It was at moments like this that she regretted their night together. She found it odd how something meant to bring two people together could also drive them apart.
Kyle gave her one last strained smile and dashed out the door.
As she heard his heavy footsteps heading back toward the kitchen, Jazzmyn let out a sigh of relief. She just hoped that when the time came she could show just as much restraint with the seductive Mr. Devereau.
Chapter 7
Prior to Julian’s arrival on Sunday morning, Jazzmyn was in her pale pink bedroom on the second floor of her home, trying on outfit after outfit. She stood before the long antique mirror next to the walnut fireplace with images of cherubs carved into it and stared at the cream slacks she had on. She looked back at the pile of clothes that lay scattered about her king-sized, four-poster bed and sighed.
At first she had wanted to wear a casual pair of slacks and a shirt, but she thought a man like Julian, who dressed so formally, would want to see her in something stylish. She tried on a few of the old sundresses she had in the back of her closet, but decided they were better suited for a young girl of twenty and not a woman on the verge of hitting thirty. After half a dozen changes, she went back to the cream slacks and a gray silk top.
She arched her stiff neck back and stared up at the plaster ceiling decorated with interwoven olive branches. “I hate picking out clothes,” she grumbled.
After a few more minutes of debate she snatched a blue blazer from the pile of clothes on the bed. She went back to the mirror and nodded at her image. Jazzmyn then disappeared into her blue and white-tiled bathroom to pull her hair into a ponytail and apply some lipstick.
At precisely ten o’clock, Jazzmyn heard her front doorbell ring as she was applying some finishing touches to her makeup. She quickly headed down the stairs, and when she opened the front doors, she found all of her careful planning for the appropriate outfit had been in vain.
“What?” Julian asked, looking somewhat confused by the way her eyes were dissecting his brown loafers, blue jeans, and white button-down shirt.
“You wore jeans,” Jazzmyn anxiously voiced. “I’ve never seen you in jeans. You only wear suits at the restaurant, and I thought you would want me to get dressed up, but I wasn’t sure what to…how you—”
“Jazzmyn,” Julian softly said, stopping her. “Take a breath.” After closing the leaded glass doors behind him, he placed his hand on her shoulder. The knots that had been twisting in Jazzmyn’s stomach all morning tightened when she felt the weight of his hand.
Julian slowly removed the blazer from her shoulders and handed it to her. “You won’t need this; it’s a warm spring day,” he stated, nodding to the blazer. “You look wonderful.”
Jazzmyn took the blazer, avoiding his eyes. “I’m sorry. It’s been a while since I did this.”
“Did what?”
She stared fearfully into his face. “Date.”
He let his eyes linger over her round cheeks, pale skin, and deep red lips. “Don’t be nervous. We are just two friends spending the day together. I have no expectations, Jazzmyn. I don’t want to play games with you, and I have no plans to take you to bed at the end of the day. I simply want
“Your friend?” He pulled away from her. “Yeah, I am that, Jazz. I guess I’ll always be that.”
Jazzmyn was suddenly put off by the nearness of his body. The smell of him sent visions of their night together rushing across her mind. She quickly pushed the lurid thoughts aside.
“Better get back to your lunch prep,” she directed, backing away from him.
Kyle grabbed at the towel over his right shoulder and nodded. “Yeah, time to get back to work.”
Jazzmyn noted the way his wide shoulders sagged and how the light in his blue eyes dimmed. She wanted to soothe his disappointment, but feared her good intentions would only be interpreted as encouragement. It was at moments like this that she regretted their night together. She found it odd how something meant to bring two people together could also drive them apart.
Kyle gave her one last strained smile and dashed out the door.
As she heard his heavy footsteps heading back toward the kitchen, Jazzmyn let out a sigh of relief. She just hoped that when the time came she could show just as much restraint with the seductive Mr. Devereau.
Chapter 7
Prior to Julian’s arrival on Sunday morning, Jazzmyn was in her pale pink bedroom on the second floor of her home, trying on outfit after outfit. She stood before the long antique mirror next to the walnut fireplace with images of cherubs carved into it and stared at the cream slacks she had on. She looked back at the pile of clothes that lay scattered about her king-sized, four-poster bed and sighed.
At first she had wanted to wear a casual pair of slacks and a shirt, but she thought a man like Julian, who dressed so formally, would want to see her in something stylish. She tried on a few of the old sundresses she had in the back of her closet, but decided they were better suited for a young girl of twenty and not a woman on the verge of hitting thirty. After half a dozen changes, she went back to the cream slacks and a gray silk top.
She arched her stiff neck back and stared up at the plaster ceiling decorated with interwoven olive branches. “I hate picking out clothes,” she grumbled.
After a few more minutes of debate she snatched a blue blazer from the pile of clothes on the bed. She went back to the mirror and nodded at her image. Jazzmyn then disappeared into her blue and white-tiled bathroom to pull her hair into a ponytail and apply some lipstick.
At precisely ten o’clock, Jazzmyn heard her front doorbell ring as she was applying some finishing touches to her makeup. She quickly headed down the stairs, and when she opened the front doors, she found all of her careful planning for the appropriate outfit had been in vain.
“What?” Julian asked, looking somewhat confused by the way her eyes were dissecting his brown loafers, blue jeans, and white button-down shirt.
“You wore jeans,” Jazzmyn anxiously voiced. “I’ve never seen you in jeans. You only wear suits at the restaurant, and I thought you would want me to get dressed up, but I wasn’t sure what to…how you—”
“Jazzmyn,” Julian softly said, stopping her. “Take a breath.” After closing the leaded glass doors behind him, he placed his hand on her shoulder. The knots that had been twisting in Jazzmyn’s stomach all morning tightened when she felt the weight of his hand.
Julian slowly removed the blazer from her shoulders and handed it to her. “You won’t need this; it’s a warm spring day,” he stated, nodding to the blazer. “You look wonderful.”
Jazzmyn took the blazer, avoiding his eyes. “I’m sorry. It’s been a while since I did this.”
“Did what?”
She stared fearfully into his face. “Date.”
He let his eyes linger over her round cheeks, pale skin, and deep red lips. “Don’t be nervous. We are just two friends spending the day together. I have no expectations, Jazzmyn. I don’t want to play games with you, and I have no plans to take you to bed at the end of the day. I simply want
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