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He was a guy. That got a reaction. A fairly immediate and large one.
Wait, there’d been some reason he was going to avoid getting physical with her. It had seemed convincing at the time. Now he couldn’t remember what it was. In fact, his hands were at her waist, traveling around and down to explore the pink skirt.
Oh, man. The pink skirt was firm and warm and fit his hands as though it was made to be in them. He wanted nothing more than to beg her to come up to his place so he could lose himself in what was under it.
But as suddenly as she’d climbed onto his lap, she climbed off, leaving him dazed and hard. Instinctively he moved to reach for her again, but a basic self-protective instinct kicked in and kept him still.
Thank God.
“Ames, I had such a nice time tonight, I really appreciate you taking me out.”
“Hey, no problem, Eva. I had a good time, too. See you around maybe.”
Only that wasn’t what he said at all. What came out was more like “Ungh, yuh, too. ’Night.”
Then he was on the street, still dazed, still half-erect, watching the cab speed away, a beautiful blonde beaming at him out of its back window.
4
EVA CHECKED HER WATCH. Again. Could this day go any slower? NYEspresso closed at six on Saturdays. They’d been fairly busy midmorning—opposite from weekdays, when the crowds showed up around the business commute—but since five it had been dead, and by now time had slowed nearly to stopping. Especially since the woman she’d scheduled to work the register, Rebecca, an MFA graduate student at nearby Hunter College, never stopped talking in spite of the fact that she had nothing to say. Eva had important things to do. Involving Ames.
It was tempting to close early, but Tom, a clockwork afternoon regular, was tapping away at his laptop as usual, earphones on, Mets hat on the table next to him, a frown of concentration on his face. He was one of those sexy geeks Eva always had a soft spot for. Another couple sat nearby holding hands across the table, each texting someone else.
Eva checked her watch again. It had barely moved.
Rebecca launched into a detailed new story about her latest project, featuring photographs of severed heads interspersed with painted images of cupcakes and hundreds of boxes of thumbtacks. Blessedly, Tom approached the counter, laptop packed up, and interrupted her. “Hey, Rebecca. Can I have a coffee to go?”
“Sure. Room at the top?”
“No.” Eva answered for him. Rebecca needed to pay more attention to customers and less to herself. Tom always ordered the same thing. “Anything to go with that, Tom? Maybe a pain au chocolat?”
He hesitated, gazing at the burnished pastries under the counter. “We-e-e-ell. Okay.”
“How did your work go today?” Eva let Rebecca ring him up while she got his coffee and pastry. “What are you working on? A novel?”
“Oh, no.” He stood there sheepishly, unshaven, wearing his trademark black-framed glasses, shaggy head of dark curls, oversized Columbia sweatshirt, jeans and beat-up running shoes. “Nothing like that.”
She waited for him to tell her, but apparently he didn’t want to, so she changed the subject. “Do you live around here?”
“Nah. I live in New Jersey. In my parents’ basement.”
Eva reacted with a shocked look, then caught his sly grin and burst out laughing. “You bum. You almost got me.”
He was even cuter when he was grinning.
“Sorry. It’s a dumb joke. I live around the corner on Forty-Fourth.”
“What do you do?” She was only more curious now.
“I’m a frustrated composer.” His expression turned sheepish again. “Right now I’m working on a musical.”
“How cool!” She let her mouth drop open in case he hadn’t gotten how impressed she was. “Like for Broadway? What’s it about?”
“It’s a musical version of The Importance of Being Earnest.”
Wow! Still waters ran way deep. “I love that play!”
“Me, too. I’m—”
The door opened, and Natalie walked in, bringing with her a gust of fall-scented breeze. She looked stunning, as usual, her figure encased in skinny jeans tucked into brown suede ankle boots, a clingy sweater showing off her perfect figure. Around her neck was a neatly draped scarf, shimmers of gold glitter accenting the auburn highlights in her windblown hair.
