AllFreeNovel
Share Us
"Oh, I remember. All the postcards and pictures, the funny e-mails from cyber cafes. We were going to do it, the four of us. But when the Browns died . . . It was too much, and so many things to deal with. And Parker channeled everything into putting together a business model for Vows. We just never got around to it. "
She sat back. "I really can't eat another bite. "
He signaled for the check. "Show me one of your pockets. "
"My pockets?"
"One of those things I don't know about you. "
"Oh. " Laughing, she sipped her coffee. "Hmm, let's see. I know. You may not be aware that I was the Fairfield County Spelling Bee Champion. "
"Get out. Really?"
"Yes, I was. In fact, I went all the way to the state competition, where I was this close . . . " She held up her thumb and finger, a fraction apart. "This close to winning, when I was eliminated. "
"What was the word?"
"Autocephalous. "
His eyes slitted. "Is that a real word?"
"From the Greek, meaning being independent of external authority, particularly patriarchal. " She spelled it out. "Except under pressure, I spelled it with an e for the second a , and that was that. I remain, however, a killer at Scrabble. "
"I'm better at math," he told her.
She leaned forward. "Now, let me see one of yours. "
"It's pretty good. " He tucked his credit card in the leather folder discreetly placed at his elbow. "Nearly up there with spelling bee champion. "
"I'll be the judge. "
"I was Curly in my high school's production of Oklahoma! "
"Seriously?" She pointed at him. "I've heard you sing. You're good. But I didn't know you had any interest in acting. "
"None. I was interested in Zoe Malloy, who was up for the part of Laurey. Crazy about her. So I put it all out there for 'Surrey with the Fringe on Top,' and got the part. "
"Did you get Zoe?"
"I did. For a few shining weeks. Then, unlike Curly and Laurey, we parted. And that was the end of my acting career. "
"I bet you made a great cowboy. "
He sent her a quick, teasing grin. "Well, Zoe certainly thought so. "
With the bill addressed, he rose, held out a hand for hers.
"Let's walk the long way around. " She laced her fingers with his. "I bet it's a beautiful night. "
It was. Warm and sparkling so even the traffic jamming the streets glittered and gleamed. They strolled, winding their way around the blocks and back to the grand front entrance of the hotel. People swept in and out, in business suits, in jeans, in evening clothes. "Always busy," she said. "Like a movie where no one ever says 'cut. ' "
"Do you want a drink before we go up?"
"Mmm, no. " She tipped her head toward his shoulder as they walked to the elevators. "I've got everything I want. "
In the elevator she turned into his arms, tipped her face up to his. Her pulse rate climbed as the car did, up and up, level by level.
When he opened the door, she stepped into candlelight. On the white-draped table a silver bucket held a bottle of champagne. A single red rose speared from a slim vase while around the room tea lights flickered in clear glass. Music drifted, whisper soft.
"Oh, Jack. "
"How did this get here?"
Laughing, she took his face in her hands. "You've just bumped this up from great date to dream date. This is amazing. How did you manage it?"
"I arranged for the maitre d' to alert the hotel when they brought the check. Planning isn't just your business. "
"Well, I like your plan. " She kissed him, lingered for another. "A lot. "
"I had a feeling. Should I open the bottle?"
"Absolutely. " She wandered to the window. "Look at the view. Everything's still so bright and busy, and here we are. "
The bottle opened with a sophisticated pop! When he'd poured the glasses and joined her, she tapped hers to his. "To excellent p
lanning. "
"Tell me something else. " He touched her hair, just a skim of the fingers. "Something new. "
"Another pocket?"
"I've discovered the spelling bee champ, the ace soccer player. These are interesting facets. "
"I think we've covered all my hidden skills. " She reached out, trailed a fingertip down his tie. "I wonder if you can handle the dark side. "
"Try me. "
"Sometimes when I'm alone at night, after a long day . . . especially if I'm feeling unsettled. Or on edge - " She broke off, lifted her glass for a sip. "I'm not sure if I should confess this one. "
"You're among friends. "
"True. Still, not many men really understand some of a woman's needs. And some just can't deal with the fact that there are certain needs they can't meet. "
He took a long drink. "Okay, I don't know whether to be scared or fascinated. "
"I once asked a man I was seeing to join me one evening for this particular activity. He wasn't ready for it. I've never asked another. "
"Does it involve tools? I'm good with tools. "
She shook her head and strolled over to top off her glass, then held up the bottle in invitation.
"What I do is . . . " She poured bubbling wine into his glass. "First, I'll take a big glass of wine up to my bedroom, then I'll light candles. I'll put on something soft and comfortable, something that makes me feel relaxed. Feel . . . female. Then I get into bed with all the pillows arranged just so, because I'm about to take a journey just for myself. And when I'm ready . . . When I'm just sinking in . . . I watch my DVD of Truly, Madly, Deeply . "
"You watch porn?"
"It's not porn. " Laughing, she gave his arm a quick slap. "It's an amazing love story. Juliet Stevenson is devastated when the man she loves, Alan Rickman, dies. She's overwhelmed with grief. Oh, it's painful to watch. " Eyes radiating emotion, she laid a hand just under her throat. "I cry buckets. Then he comes back as a ghost. He loves her so much. It rips your heart out, and it makes you laugh. "
"Rips out your heart and makes you laugh?"
"Yes. Men never get that. I'm not going to tell you the whole thing, just that it's wrenching and charming and sad and affirming. It's unspeakably romantic. "
"And that's what you do, secretly, in your bed at night, when you're alone. "
"It is. Hundreds of times. I've had to replace the DVD twice. "
Obviously baffled, he studied her as he drank champagne. "A dead guy's romantic?"
"Hello? Alan Rickman. And yes, in this case, it's wonderfully romantic. After I watch it - and finish crying - I sleep like a baby. "
"What about Die Hard ? He's in Die Hard . Now that's a movie you can watch a hundred times. Maybe we should do a double feature some time. If you can handle that. "
"Yippee-ki-yay. "
He grinned at her. "Pick a night next week, and you're on. But there has to be popcorn. You can't watch Die Hard without popcorn. "
"Fair enough. Then we'll see what you're made of. " She brushed her lips to his. "I'm going to change. It won't take me long. Maybe you should bring the champagne into the bedroom. "
"Maybe I should. "
In the bedroom he took off his jacket and tie, and thought about her. Thought about the surprises and facets and layers of her.
It was odd, really, to think you knew someone inside and out, and discover there was more to learn. And the more you learned the more you wanted to know.
On impulse, he took the rose from the vase and laid it on a pillow. When she stepped out into the candlelight, he lost his breath. Black hair tumbling over white silk, smooth skin gold against white lace. And those eyes, he thought, deep and dark, looking into his.
"You said something about dream date," he managed.
"I wanted to do my part. "
The silk flowed over her curves as she walked to him, and as she lifted her arms to wind them around his neck in a way that was so essentially Emma, her scent shimmered in the air like the candlelight.
"Did I thank you for dinner?"
"You did. "
"Well . . . " She scraped her teeth over his bottom lip - lightly, lightly - before the kiss. "Thanks again. And the champagne? Did I thank you for that?"
"As I recall. "
"Just in case. " On a sigh her mouth met his. "And the candlelight, the rose, the long walk, the view. " Her body moved against his, leading him into a slow, circling dance.
"You're welcome. "
He drew her in, closer still, so her body pressed to his. Time spun out as they circled, as mouth clung to mouth, as heart beat to heart.
She drew in his scent, his flavor. So familiar and still so new. Her fingers trailed up into hair bronzed and gilded by the sun, then curled, tugged to bring him just a little closer. They slid down together onto smooth white sheets, and into the perfume of a single red rose. More sighs now, more dreamy movements. A caress, a tender touch, shimmered over her skin. She stroked his face, opened - body and heart - as she found, with him, passion wrapped in the shimmer of romance. Here was all she wanted, had ever wished for. The sweetness and the heat. And as she gave, more and more, she filled until she was dizzy with love.
His flesh to her flesh, so warm, brought her a quiet joy even as pulses spiked. His lips pressed to her heart as it beat for him.
Did he know it? Couldn't he feel it?
And when he took her up, slowly up, his name - just his name - bloomed in that heart. She clouded his mind like a silver mist, sparkled in his blood like champagne. Every languorous move, every whisper, every touch seduced, entranced.
When she broke for him, rising up like a wave, she breathed his name. And she smiled. Something inside him stumbled.
"You're so beautiful," he murmured. "Impossibly beautiful. "
"I feel beautiful when you look at me. "
He skimmed his fingers over her breast, watched her eyes glow with fresh pleasure. He lowered his mouth, a gentle taste with teeth and tongue, and felt her body quiver with fresh need.
"I want you. " Her breath caught as she arched under him. "You're what I want, Jack. "
She surrounded him, taking him in, moving with him in slow, savoring beats. Surrounded, he lost himself in her.
S ATED, HE RESTED HIS CHEEK ON HER BREAST, LET HIS MIND drift.
"No chance of playing hooky tomorrow and staying right here?"
"Mmm. " Her fingers threaded through his hair. "Not this time. But what a nice thought. "
"The way things stand we'll have to get up at dawn. "
"I find I often do better on no sleep than with a few stingy hours. "
He lifted his head, smiled at her. "That's funny. I was thinking the same thing. "
"It would be a shame to waste the rest of that champagne, and those lovely chocolate-covered strawberries. "
"Criminal. Stay right here. Don't move. I'll get them. "
She stretched, sighed. "I'm not going anywhere. "
