Page 50 of Seduction

I turned the channel when the woman groaned and rolled her eyes. That entire situation was giving me a headache. Instead, I stopped on a show about ancient apothecary. I couldn’t believe my luck. I got comfortable on the big mustard-colored suede sectional sofa.

Then the doorbell chimed.

“Damn it,” I said, springing to my feet.

I pressed pause on the remote control, and the video stopped. I pumped my fist. “Yes.” I wouldn’t miss any of the program.

“Dr. Ross,” came a voice over the PA system. “I have a delivery for you from Jake.”

When I opened the door, a man wearing a suit and carrying a large white box came inside and said he had been told to take the box to the bedroom, and I was not to open it. He made me promise I would not look inside.

I raised my right hand. “I will not.”

The guy smiled. “I’ll impart your answer to Dr. Sparrow.”

Of course, I cheesed like a Cheshire cat as I closed the door behind me. It felt sexy to know that he would be relaying my answer to Jake.

Once it was just the box and me in the penthouse, I jogged to the bedroom and stared at it. Jake had said that we were going out to bang my mistress that night.Did he buy me a dress?Of course he had. All my party clothes were at my apartment. I so very much wanted to see what he’d picked out. I wondered if he could figure out my taste. I wasn’t the sort of woman who sat my sexuality on the table for all the men to sniff around. I liked elegance—sophistication mixed with contemporary style. For instance, I would wear a low-back cocktail dress with one spaghetti-strap. Jake couldn’t know that about me with the little time we’d spent together. We would have to spend more time in each other’s lives. He would have to become my boyfriend.

I counted the days in my head. Wow, we had known each other for sixteen days.