the heat that rushed through her when she felt his lips, she forgot to pull back. In fact, her body swayed towards his, wanting to feel the touch once again, to see if it was real or not.
He pulled back and looked down into her surprised face. What he saw there must have pleased him because he grinned, then pulled her imperceptively closer.
He kissed her once again, just another fluttery kiss and nothing that would frighten her in any way, then pulled back to look at her features, enjoying the flushed cheeks and suddenly glazed eyes. “Call me tomorrow and let me teach you about all the things you’ve only imagined,” he said, his voice husky as he held her arms with his hands. His body was tantalizingly close but the inches were enticing.
A moment later, he was gone, disappearing into the black limousine which glided smoothly away from the curb, then turned the corner. When Lana couldn’t see him any more, she sighed and walked into her building. She checked her mail box and threw out all the junk mail, climbed the three flights of stairs to her small, but cozy apartment and decided the plants needed water. Then the carpets needed to be vacuumed, the dishes washed, dried and put away, clothes to iron and hang up. It was midnight when she finally looked down at her hand, seeing the card that she’d never put down. Chapter 3
Lana sat down on the edge of her bed and shivered, still staring at the card as if it had a life of its own. What would it be like to be held by those strong arms? To feel his fingers touching her bare skin? The memory of his hands against her back flitted through her mind, teasing her, making her think other thoughts.
She shook the idea away. There was no way she could do anything so crazy as to become someone’s lover, just so she could write about sex in her stories. That was ridiculous. Especially a stranger she’d just met a few hours ago.
Standing up, she placed the card on her bedside table and forced herself to walk away. She brushed her teeth, staring at the card the whole time. She washed her face, then quickly dried it off so she could look at the card once again.
It was almost like the card were the man and had a force all its own, powerful, domineering, and demanding all of her attention. Was she magnetized to the card? Was there some sort of spell he’d put on the card that drew her constantly to the expensive scrap of paper? That was ridiculous, she thought as she pulled on a cotton nightgown, tying the bow at the neck, then slipping into bed. The city lights filtered through her blinds and allowed her to see the shape of the card, if not the actual words and she stared at it in the dark.
Her nightgown, which suddenly became cumbersome. she was feeling now. The business card seemed to mock her, laughing at how prim her night attire seemed.
on previous nights had been soft and comfortable, The pink bow on the neckline was too demure for how
At midnight, tired of feeling overheated and wishing the soft cotton wouldn’t scratch her body so much, she considered taking it off and simply sleeping in the nude. The idea instantly flared her sense of adventure, but then her eyes caught the white of the card and her fingers clenched in a desperate need to make a decision.
It was almost as if leaving the night gown on meant she wouldn’t call while tossing it to the floor would indicate a spirit that would be brave enough to make the phone call.
Lana sat up in bed, biting her lower lip in indecision. She wanted to be that woman, she told herself. She wanted to start feeling things that she only imagined in her mind. She wanted to think and feel and act like a woman who had a sexuality that could rival that of other women, women who could act out and grab at the things she herself desperately wanted.
Bunching the fabric up, she forced her hands to pull it up and over her head. Tossing it to the floor felt as if she’d taken a major step in her life. Then, laying back onto the cool sheets of her bed, her head automatically turned to look at the card and deep inside, she felt a sense of something