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I studied my reflection in the mirror. Plain Jane was long gone, and Memphis looked back at me. Memphis was a very sexy woman. It was a strange acknowledgment. I knew it was me, and yet this disguise made me feel different. Stronger. Confident. Sexy.
Why couldn’t Jane feel sexy?
I smacked the stupid question to the back of my mind, grabbed a red bag from the rack in my closet, and headed for Cowboy Billy.
The butterflies fluttering in my stomach were the size of pterodactyls by the time I arrived at his door and knocked.
I couldn’t breathe as I counted out the seconds until his door opened.
My very last ounce of air punched out of me when he appeared. He was shirtless, wearing jeans and cowboy boots again. His cheeks dimpled with a glorious smile that told me he’d been expecting me. My breath caught as I searched his face for a flicker of recognition. The question was, did he see Jane, the shy staff member he’d met downstairs, or only Memphis, the cheeky temptress he’d met a few weeks ago?
“Gidday, Memphis.” Holy wow, his sexy tone made my name sound like liquid gold.
Phew! I didn’t need to make a run for the elevator. I rolled my tongue around my mouth, trying to make it work. “Hi.”
“Come in.” He moved aside, and I strode past him. It seemed strange not to have a trench coat to remove. I hadn’t realized how that coat had been the starting point of my act, almost like first gear. Without that little distraction, first-date jitters gripped me.
I was a naïve seventeen-year-old girl again.
Billy, on the other hand, was a guy in his prime. Fit, with muscles in all the right places and a jawline that screamed strong, confident man. He was hot. Smoking hot. I swallowed as he walked toward me with his perfect jeans gliding over his narrow hips. “You remembered me.”
I swallowed again. “And you remembered me.” I attempted to smile, but it was more like a radical twitch.
“I haven’t been able to forget you.” His eyes skimmed over me. . . ravished me.
A hot flush raced up from between my thighs and hit my cheeks at breakneck speed. I was about to self-combust.
I wanted to slap confidence into me. It was time to take control before Plain Jane made me into a complete fool. I turned with my back to him, and as I slipped out of my heels, I sucked in an enormous breath and let it out slowly.
“Do you always do this in the morning?” he said.
I spun around, and he was right there. An arm’s length away. I felt his heat, and glorious leather and spice aromas filtering from his tanned skin.
“I do.” My voice was barely audible. “It’s the best way to welcome in a new day.”
He nodded as if knowing. “I’m a morning person, too.”
I relaxed a little, and maybe Billy noticed or something because he closed the gap between us. His hand reached for my hip, firm and familiar. Billy leaned forward to kiss me, and I just managed to turn my head at the last second. He kissed my cheek first and gradually traced little kisses over my skin until his lips found my neck.
My eyelids lowered and I melted into his glorious touch. As he planted kisses up and down my neck, I undid the button on his jeans and tugged his zipper down. The bulge protruding beneath his underpants was rock-hard.
Billy wanted me, and I sure as hell wanted him. But I needed to be careful. Keeping in control was paramount.
I gripped his narrow waist and guided him back toward the bed. Billy allowed me to take charge. He sat and looked up at me with burning desire blazing across his molasses eyes. That was the signal I needed. This magnificent specimen of a man wanted me as much as I wanted him. I reached for the hemline of my dress and pulled it up.
That was when my stupid mistake hit me.
Where my French maid costume whipped off in an instant, this glorious sequined dress clung to me like a glove and was impossible to remove. I had it up over my face. And while I tugged at it like it’d been fixed with Super Glue, I couldn’t see a damn thing.
An inferno of embarrassment flooded through me and the more I heated up, the harder it was to move.
It was so unsexy; I wouldn’t have been surprised if Billy shot out the door and I never saw him again.
His fingers brushed my hips. “Here. Let me help.”
I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry as his firm hands wrapped around mine, gently squeezing until I released my grip on the heavy fabric. I did, and when I put my hands above my head, the dress began to ease upward.
For several horrible moments I pictured my wig coming off with it, and I was on the verge of passing out when the dress finally eased off and I quickly touched my hair checking the wig was still in position. It was.
