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Melodie’s spirits lifted as she envisioned the new and improved her. “Just so long as Dean doesn’t mind me monopolizing your day.”
“Are you kidding?” Jo brushed off her concern with a wave of her hand. “He’ll reap the benefits when I come home with some sexy lingerie.”
She exhaled a deep breath. “Then consider it a date.”
Jo leaned across the table, her expression filled with glee. “Come Monday morning, you’ll knock Cole’s socks off.”
Among other things, Melodie hoped. She grinned at Jo and said, “Let the transformation begin.”
* * *
By Sunday evening Melodie decided that being sexy and sophisticated entailed a whole lot of hard work. Talented beauticians had managed to transform her into a woman she hardly recognized as her former self—from the cut, color, and style of her hair, to her subtly made-up face, all the way to the pale pink polish on the nails of her fingers and toes. Salesladies with an eye for flattering outfits had given her a whole new look. Coupled with Jo’s approval and coaxing, her wardrobe now consisted of the kind of form-fitting and stylish clothes she’d always admired on other women but had never bought for herself.
Outwardly, she had to admit she looked like a whole new woman, the kind of worldly, wise, and attractive date Cole needed on his arm in two weeks. Now she had to work on the “inner her,” and all the personality traits that came with being bold, confident, and assertive.
Luckily she’d been blessed with a good amount of intelligence, she thought wryly as she crawled into bed, or else she’d be in big, big trouble, because she doubted there was a trained professional she could hire to implant a quick dose of brilliance. And to her credit, she already knew the PI business, and the details of the Russell case. So, she figured she was as ready as she’d ever be.
Fluffing her pillows against the headboard of her bed, she propped herself up, made herself comfortable and grabbed the book she’d left on her nightstand the previous evening. The book was chock-full of sexy, provocative advice on being aggressive and uninhibited. The Good Girl’s Guide to Being Bad covered everything from walking the walk and talking the talk, as Jo had put it, to how to tease, flirt, and seduce a man with a glance or a touch. The book was all about breaking good-girl rules and embracing sensual, bad-girl pleasures. Later chapters included advice on enjoying
every aspect of hot, erotic sex with the man of her choice, and how to make him a slave to her every desire.
She absorbed every page, every written word, and put it all to memory. By the time she’d finished the book it was nearly midnight, and there was no doubt in her mind that bad girls had the market cornered on fun. She’d also realized how to use an erotic letter of her own to show Cole she was a grown, sensual woman who could handle the Russell case, as well as him.
A smile curled her lips. Her fun would start tomorrow morning at the office, and she couldn’t wait to see the expression on Cole’s face when he laid eyes on her.
CHAPTER FOUR
Cole walked into the office Monday morning and came to an abrupt halt in the reception area when he caught sight of a woman going through the case files in the drawers behind Melodie’s desk. Startled, he cast a quick glance around the area for his secretary, but she was nowhere in the vicinity.
Frowning, he quietly moved forward, wondering what the woman was up to—was she searching for information on a client case? And where was Melodie? He’d seen her car parked outside, so she had to be in the building somewhere.
His mind considered the odd scenario while more masculine instincts took note of the way the woman’s fitted black skirt clung to her trim backside and the sweet curves of her hips and ass. The hem ended midthigh, drawing his gaze to the long, shapely legs that led to a pair of three inch heels. He’d yet to see the woman’s face, but there was no denying she was a knockout from the back down.
Banishing those wayward thoughts, he stopped in front of Melodie’s desk and cleared his throat to get the other woman’s attention. “Excuse me, can I help you with something?”
She whirled around and pressed a hand to her chest in surprise. “Cole!” Melodie exclaimed breathlessly, her eyes wide. “I didn’t hear you come in!”
Cole stared at the gorgeous vision before him, unable to believe his prim, proper, and very reserved secretary had somehow metamorphosed into this head-turning, stunning creature. His mind reeled and his body felt as though he’d been delivered a punch to his midsection.
Gone was the long, tidy braid his secretary always wore, replaced by a tousled, shoulder-length cut that framed her face in soft waves and looked sexy as hell. Cinnamon-hued highlights had been added to her brunette hair, causing the silky strands to shimmer with the simplest movement of her head. The subtle application of makeup on her face brought out threads of bright gold in her brown eyes he’d never noticed before, and her lips were slick with a glossy shade of lipstick that reminded him of a succulent peach—one he wanted to gently sink his teeth into and taste…badly.
The knot in his stomach tightened, yet he couldn’t stop staring. The cream silk blouse she wore clung to her full breasts in a way her other outfits never had and was buttoned just low enough to provide him with a glimpse of cleavage edged in provocative lace. She’d tucked the hem into the trim waistband of her skirt, giving her a sleek, sexy, well-put-together kind of look.
Jesus, Christ. Who knew Melodie had the kind of lush curves that warranted a second glance? And all these years she’d hidden them beneath loose dresses and conservative outfits.
Still in shock, his mouth opened to say something, anything, but no words emerged.
She laughed, the soft, throaty sound unlike anything he’d ever heard in her tone before. “What’s the matter, boss?” she asked as a slow, sensual smile lifted her glossy lips. “Cat got your tongue?”
The proverbial cat not only had his voice, but his traitorous dick seemed to be just as affected by her transformation. If he’d thought he’d been fighting his attraction to Melodie before, he currently felt as though she’d launched a full-out assault on his libido, and his restraint!
He shook his head, hard, and tried to regain his composure. “What’s with…” Unable to grasp the appropriate word when his mind was muddled with arousal, he gestured from the top of her head to the three-inch heels on her feet, with an impatient wave of his hand. “Everything.”
“It’s the new me,” she replied, and twirled around, giving him a three-hundred-sixty-degree view of her very feminine assets. “I was in the mood for a change. What do you think?”
The problem was, he couldn’t think, at least not with any part of his anatomy located above the belt. Mind-blowing was the first word that came to mind, followed by seductive. With all that soft looking hair he wanted to grab in his fist, those luscious lips he wanted to lick and bite, and those impossibly long legs that had him envisioning how they’d look wrapped around his waist, she was his most carnal fantasy come to life.
Although it seemed crazy, he wondered if their conversation last week about her not accompanying him to the charity auction had instigated this radical transformation in her. Not that he had any intention of changing his mind about her doing the job.
