Forbidden Pleasure

'Three cups,' Devlin replied. 'And make certain it's good and hot, my lass.'

'As hot as you, milord.' The waitress chuckled, and bustled off.

There was a long, awkward silence. Emily didn't dare look at her new editor. Her thoughts bordered on lascivious, much to her surprise. Had she ever before this moment had such libidinous thoughts? Writers-at least, smart writers-didn't get involved with their handsome male editors. But then, she had never met such a good- looking man. Michael Devlin was really unique. And she sensed intelligence as well as the movie-star looks. She sneaked a quick peek from under her lashes. Yeah. He was that handsome. And that hot. And where the hell was all this overcharged libido of hers coming from all of a sudden? The lesson of her parents forever with her, Emily Shanski had always been careful where men were concerned. She was relieved to see that Aaron and Michael Devlin were now in serious conversation.

Their lunch came, and they ate quickly.

'Dessert?' the waitress asked with a twinkle in her eye. She had served Emily many times before. 'The usual, Miss Shann?'

Emily nodded, grinning. 'No visit to Felicity's Tea Company would be complete without it. I'm afraid I'm a creature of bad habits. At least where dessert is concerned.'

'Mr. Fischer? Sir?' the waitress said.

'Bread pudding,' Aaron replied. 'And give me two lemon curds, and a fruit tart to go. And I'll take half a pound of gunpowder tea also.'

'I'll have the caramel egg custard,' Michael Devlin said.

The waitress bustled away.

'What's the usual?' Michael asked Emily.

'You'll see,' she said with a small grin. 'It's difficult to explain.'

'Now I am intrigued, Ms. Shann,' he told her.

'Please, I think if we're going to work together you should call me Emily,' she replied. 'May I call you by your first name?'

'My friends call me Mick,' he responded. 'And I suspect we're going to be friends, Emily.' Reaching across the table, he took her small hand in his big one and smiled into her blue eyes. Then he released her fingers as quickly as he had taken them.

God in his heaven! She blushed. She was behaving like one of her heroines. No. She was behaving like one of their friends. Her heroines weren't this sappy. To her relief the desserts came, along with another pot of hot tea.

'What is that?' he wanted to know, staring at the plate the waitress set before her.

'It's a very thin slice of Felicity's Death by Chocolate cake, and a thin slice of her boysenberry pie,' Emily said. 'I love them both, but I could never make up my mind which to have. So Felicity came up with this solution. Pretty cool, huh?'

He laughed. 'It's obvious you don't have a problem with your weight.' Then he spooned up some custard. 'This is good. She really does use eggs, doesn't she? My gran back in Ballyfer-gus made custard like this. She's gone now, of course.'

'I thought you came from Dublin,' Emily said.

'I went to school and university in Dublin,' he explained. 'My parents were killed in an auto accident when I was twelve. Gran Devlin took responsibility for me, but she wasn't up to having a growing lad in her house year- round. I went back to Ballyfergus during my school holidays to stay with her. We only had each other, you see. Very odd for an Irish family, of course. Most of them are big.'

'We have something in common then, Mick,' she said. She liked the way he spoke of his grandmother. There was warmth and genuine affection in his voice.

'Emily was raised by her two grandmothers,' Aaron spoke up. 'Right from her birth. I knew them both. Wonderful women!'

'Were your parents deceased too?' Mick asked solicitously.

'No. They were both too young for a baby, and they had other plans,' Emily replied. Then she laughed at his look, which was half-shocked, half-curious. 'It's a long story for another time.'

Mick Devlin shook his head. 'Sounds like your life is worthy of a novel, Emily.' Having finished his custard he put his spoon down. He was charmed by her. She was a practical woman with a sense of humor, and an obviously very romantic nature, he thought, smiling.

'No, it isn't,' she said. 'It's my life, and nothing more.' She licked a crumb of the chocolate cake from the edge of her mouth. He was a good listener, Emily considered.

'So,' Aaron said before another silence set in, 'you two need to get together to discuss how we're going to make this slight directional change in your work, Em.'

'It isn't slight,' she replied. 'I'm known for writing sweet, not sexy. I'm not certain you can teach this old dog new tricks.'

'You're a good writer, Emily, and we'll start easy,' Mick told her. 'It would be too much of a shock to some of your readers if we went too quickly. But not all of them will be shocked, judging by what's selling today. Your core readers will buy the book because you've written it, and you will gain new readers based on the reviews,' Michael finished.

'You're presuming that the reviews will be good,' Emily said.

'They will be,' he assured her. 'You're good, and readers love you.'

'You'll have your editor out to Egret Pointe for a weekend,' Aaron suggested. 'That way the pair of you can get to know each other, and you'll work better.'

Emily looked slightly surprised. The thought of being alone in her house with this man was rather intriguing. But of course it would be all business, she reminded herself.

'I wouldn't want to intrude on Emily's privacy,' Mick quickly said. He used the British pronunciation of the word: priv -ah-see. God, a weekend alone with this fascinating woman would be heaven. But of course it would be all business, he reminded himself.

'No, no, of course you must come out,' Emily told him. 'Actually, it's perfect. I haven't started the book yet, and your input will be invaluable. Best to get started immediately, I suppose.' She didn't sound wildly enthusiastic.

'Before you get frightened, write your usual story, and retire into anonymity,' Mick murmured candidly. His eyes met hers briefly.

'Yes,' she admitted, wondering how he could know her so well already.

'So let's set a date now,' Aaron said. What was going on? He sensed something between Emily and her new editor. But how could that be? They hadn't known each other two hours yet. And Emily didn't have a boyfriend. He wondered if she ever had. Yet he also knew she wasn't gay. Something was happening here, but what?

A cell phone rang, and Emily reached into the thin purse she had hung over the back of her chair. 'Sorry, I have to take this. Rina? Where are you? Oh. All right. We're at Felicity's. I'll be ready.' She snapped the phone shut. 'It's Rina. She's ready to go home. She'll pick me up here in ten minutes, depending on the traffic. She said you are not to go anywhere, Aaron.'

'Oy vay!' the agent exclaimed. Then he looked to Michael Devlin. 'My sister,' he explained. Then he turned back to Emily. 'I thought she was having a day at Klinger's. This is a day?'

'She said there were too many anorexic matrons with tight faces and expensive boob jobs for her taste. She did a manicure, pedicure, and facial. You know Rina isn't good in the city anymore, Aaron. She's become a real country girl. She and Sam love Egret Pointe.'

Aaron shrugged. 'Who would have thought a girl from Riverside Drive and Eighty-first Street would grow up to be happy in a place called Egret Pointe?'

'Hey, we've got a Krispy Kreme now,' Emily teased him.

He chuckled, then got back to business. 'So when should Mick come?' he asked her. 'This weekend? Next?'