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His eyes drifted to her face, but her eyes remained shut. She lay very still except for the occasional sip from her glass. She most definitely was torture to his male ego, not to mention his male libido. The desire to push her legs away and tell her to go to hell, was not nearly as great as the desire to reach out and touch her.
Lifting his hands, he cupped her tiny feet between his two large palms and began a soothing massage with the pads of his fingers and thumbs. Her skin was as soft as he imagined and the mere touch ignited a fiery warmth in the pit of his stomach.
As he needed the satiny flesh between his hands, his breathing slowly began to accelerate while the bridge of his mouth felt suddenly dry. Sonya gave a faint groan, causing his fingers to plunge deeper into her warm flesh.
Unconsciously, his eyes closed shut and he inhaled the sweet scent of this woman he had hungered for far too long. He allowed his mind to wander into forbidden territory, envisioning those beautiful legs to lift and wrap themselves around him. Clutching him near in their embrace. They would mold themselves to his hips and waist and draw him closer to her soft and supple center. Between the delicate material of her lace panties he could feel her warm softness rubbing along his body.
He inhaled sharply as he felt the first jolt in his groin. The fingers needing her feet became more urgent and suddenly had a mind of their own. They began a slow and daring ascent up her lovely ankles. Her skin was like nothing he had ever felt before and he couldn’t resist exploring further if he tried. As his hands sneaked along the inside of her calves, he heard her release a soft moan and was overwhelmed with an urge to seize her in his arms and make love to her right there on the leather sofa.
Sitting as he was, however, was becoming greatly uncomfortable. He wanted nothing more at that moment than to have this woman straddle his hips and fulfill his male urges. But just as his fingers crept past the tender spot beneath her knees and began sliding provocatively upward; she broke through his sensual musings.
In fact, it was the sound of her snoring.
His eyes flew open to stare down at a sleeping Sonya. The empty wineglass next to her on the table.
He groaned and ran a hand through his hair. The woman found him so sexually unexciting she actually fell asleep on him. He might as well face it. Sonya Elliott felt no desire for him whatsoever. Lord, he couldn’t even turn her on.
Feeling utterly stupid, he could only be grateful she had indeed fallen asleep. Otherwise, he would have to contend with her mocking words when she noticed the obvious desire in his pants. Lifting her legs, he slid out from under them and inwardly thanked escaping that humiliation.
She groaned and turned to her side, cuddling further into the soft material. He watched a little longer and wondered what it was about him she found so unattractive. If she were as promiscuous as she claimed, sleeping with him wouldn’t be such an absurd idea.
He smiled suddenly and reached out to brush a strand of curls from her face. Even if she didn’t realize it, he knew the answer. Sonya wasn’t at all what she believed herself to be.
Chapter 3
She was having the most sensual dream. Tristan was making passionate and thorough love to her. His lips and hands were everywhere. Her body arched in desire as his hands roamed and explored the length of her legs. She moaned his name, needing desperately to feel the taste of his mouth as she clung to his dark head.
Dark head?
Mozart’s Fortieth Symphony suddenly burst through her dream and started playing in her head. Over and over again. Its persistent repetition pierced her dream and burst the intimate image playing provocatively behind her eyelids. Fluttering her lashes, she focused on the view in front of her and recognized Daniel’s apartment. Recollection of dozing off to sleep as he massaged her feet came back to mind.
Mozart started up again, drawing Sonya’s attention to her cellular lying on the end table next to the sofa. Her ringtone was set to the classical piece and the recorded orchestra blasted the small apartment once more causing Sonya to wince. With a grimace, she reached over and clicked the answer button, shutting off the music before dropping it to her ear.
“Hello?”
“Time to get up.”
“Who’s this?”
A soft chuckle came through the phone line. “The fellow who owns the sofa you’re sleeping on.”
“Daniel?” She furrowed her brows. He sounded different on the phone. It dawned on her that she rarely spoke to him via the telephone. Either it was by text or simply in person. No wonder he sounded funny. “How did you know I was still here? And sleeping for that matter?”
Again he chuckled and Sonya was met with the unexpected realization that he sounded unusually sexy over the phone. If she didn’t already know him, she would have thought he just might be one heck of a catch. “You’re easier to predict than you realize. Now get up and get yourself over to your apartment. You start work in less than an hour.”
She frowned. That late already? She craned her neck to look for the time. “Jeez, Daniel, where do you hide your clocks?”
“It’s half past one.”
Closing her eyes, she gave them a final rub and then sat up. The soft leather below her exposed thighs rubbed her skin and felt inviting. “Thanks.”
She hung up, grabbed her discarded sandals on the floor next to her, then dragged her weary limbs across the apartment to her own place. Just as luck would have it, Mrs. Sterling, their neighbor three doors down, was in the corridor just about to walk her miniature schnauzer. The elderly woman frowned heavily upon seeing Sonya exit Daniel’s apartment.
Crossing her arms over her breasts, Sonya arched a brow at the woman and dared her to comment. The only reply she received was the clicking of Mrs. Sterling’s tongue as she scurried down the hall toward the elevators.
Sonya shook her head in disbelief then went into her own apartment. The wine the night before and the lack of food must have wiped her out. She was lucky Daniel called to wake her or she was certain to have slept the day away.
After placing her sandals in the vacant spot on the shoe rack, she passed through the living area to reach the bathroom, pausing to light an incense candle on her way. She showered in a hurry then exited the bathroom with her long hair wrapped up in a turban like towel.
