They both laughed.
“Tired?” Tara asked.
“Yes, you look like you are, too, but I bet it’s for different reasons.”
“You’re so bad.”
“Well, admit it…you probably went home and worked on a project until bedtime, while I worked on Ray.”
Tara laughed again, this time shaking her head. “You are incorrigible.”
“And you aren’t answering. Dare I hope you and the boss hit it off last night?”
“I’m sure Ray told you we kissed…I’d say it was pretty obvious we’re attracted to each other.”
“That doesn’t mean a whole lot when it’s you we’re talking about. You’ve got more fortitude than anyone I’ve ever known.”
“Are you saying I’m stubborn?”
“If the conservative shoe fits…”
Tara just shrugged, not wanting to get into a long discussion about her date with Angelo and knowing that was where this conversation was headed if she didn’t watch it.
She and Danette worked for a while before her friend piped up with, “Ray thinks you two are a great couple.”
“Ray needs to spend more time focusing on you than what’s going on around him. I was ready to throw his camera in the pool last night.”
Danette gave a gasp of mock horror and clutched at her heart. “He paid a thousand bucks for that baby. He would have cried like a lost orphan if you’d drowned it.”
“I guess it’s a good thing your hobbies feed each other.”
The phone rang before Danette could reply to Tara’s teasing.
She picked it up. “Tara Peters here.”
“Good morning, stellina.”
“Angelo.” She turned so her back was to Danette’s now avidly curious gaze.
“Did you sleep well?”
“If I answer that honestly, you’ll get a swelled head.” Where the flirtatious words came from, she didn’t know.
She’d never been particularly flirtatious and in the last two years, she’d been positively subdued in her behavior toward men, but he brought out a side to her she’d considered gone forever.
“I did not sleep.” The words were given in such a seductive voice, she about melted in her chair.
“Um…I’m sorry?”
A wicked chuckle made her insides shiver. “I’m not sure I believe you.”
“You doubt my sincerity?”
“Perhaps I wouldn’t if you answered my original question…did you sleep well?”
“No.”
“Ah. I like that. It was because of me.”
“Conceited man.”
“Am I?”
“Maybe not.” She had spent her night thinking about him.
“I need to be back in New York on Monday.”
“Oh.” Gosh, how original, but what was she supposed to say to that? Don’t go?
“My flight was scheduled to leave this afternoon.”
“It was?” As in he’d changed it?
“Yes.”
She waited in silence, not sure how he wanted her to respond. Hoping she’d interpreted his use of the past tense correctly.
“I had it postponed.”
Relief surged through her and she knew she was in deep trouble with this man. “You did?”
“I wanted to spend more time with you.”
“I like that,” she admitted.
“So, you’ll let me take you out tonight?”
“Yes.” She was making an irrevocable decision, but maybe it was time she started taking some risks.
If she didn’t, she might spend the rest of her life regretting yet another bad choice.
“I’ll pick you up at seven.”
“All right.”
“You have a date with the boss?” Danette demanded the minute Tara hung up the phone.
“Yes.”
Danette’s whistle echoed the shock reverberating through her own brain.
She was still reeling from her decision to actually go on a date with Angelo when she dressed for the evening.
Unlike their business dinner, she had no desire to dress in a way that downplayed her femininity tonight. Pulling a garment she hadn’t worn in a very long time from the back of her closet, she smiled. The quintessential little black dress, its spaghetti straps and skirt that hit her midthigh were elegant and sexy despite the simplicity of the dress’s design.
She brushed her hair into curling waves that reached the middle of her back, slipped on a pair of black stiletto sandals and stood to look in the mirror. Oh gosh, she’d forgotten the way it looked. The way she could look.
Had it always been this sensual? Half of her body was on display and the neckline showed a lot more cleavage than she remembered.
Even without makeup, the woman staring back at her appeared ready for a very hot date and she wasn’t sure that was the image she wanted to provide. Angelo didn’t need a whole lot of encouragement in this area. She was reaching for the zipper on the back of the dress when the doorbell rang.