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With an apologetic smile, she walked to his side. “Sorry I’m late. Traffic was heavier than usual. Were you waiting long?”
“No. I just arrived a bit ago,” he lied huskily. “You look lovely.”
“Thank you.” The sweet coco butter scented fragrance she wore danced through his head, as she ran her gaze down his body and she brushed finger across his lapel. “You look wonderful as well.”
“Thank you.” Unable to help himself, Parker brought his hand up and covered her own, connecting her to him once and for all.
Startled, Cyn raised her head and her heated gaze met with his. The rest of the world seemingly fell away as they stared into one another’s eyes. Why were they here? He didn’t want to break bread with her; he wanted her to be his meal so he could feast on her tender flesh.
Enough was enough. “Come here,” he ordered, sliding his hand down her arm and around her back. With a gentle pull he brought her into his arms and lowered his mouth upon hers. Her lips parted and he drank in the sweetness of her kiss. To his delight, she kissed him back with a fierce hunger that matched his own fevered pitch. His hands explored her thinly covered back as he devoured her mouth with his. Their bodies melded into one.
If it wasn’t for the sound of someone clearing their throat loudly, Parker would have been content to never stop. Reluctantly he pulled back and stared into her passion filled eyes. Her breathing was rough and halting, much like his own.
It was gratifying to know she reacted to him just as strongly as he did to her. This woman was completely under his skin. And damn it, he still didn’t know her last name, but that was going to change, here and now. Parker took a step away from her and held out his hand. “Hello.”
“Hi.” Her brows furrowed as if in confusion.
“I’m Parker McGuire. Movie producer, nightclub owner, also known as ‘The Prince of Hollywood’.” He didn’t want her to say he was holding anything back again. “And you are?”
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With an understanding smile, she took his hand into hers. “Cynthia Elder, manager of The Glass Slipper, shoe seller, also known as Cyn, to my friends.”
“Are we friends?” he asked, her hand still clasped in his.
She gave a shaky little laugh before replying, “I hope so.”
“So do I.”
“Sir,” a voice called from behind him. “Your table is ready.”
“Nice to meet you, Cyn Elder.” Parker released her hand and placed his on her lower back. With a nod of his head, he called for the maître d, who led them to their table. The restaurant was dimly lit, the perfect place for a romantic dinner. The ambience was perfect for seduction, but exactly who would be the seducer he wasn’t sure. For he’d been seduced from the moment they first met. If Cyn felt half the desire for him he felt for her, they were in for a night neither would forget.
When they arrived at their table, Parker waved the waiter away from her seat and held out her chair for her. After she took her seat he went around the table to his own chair. But instead of sitting across from her, Parker moved it next to hers and sat by her side. “Much better.”
“I agree.”
After receiving her permission, he ordered for both of them and requested a bottle of chardonnay before sending their waiter on his way. The waiter quickly returned with the chilled bottle, pouring them each a glass. When the man finally scurried off, Parker turned his attention back to Cyn who was watching him with a look akin to amusement on her pretty face.
“Well, well, well.” Cyn swirled her wine around her glass slowly. “Do you always command service like this?”
“Usually.”
“Then you need to come with me to the dry cleaners. I can’t get any respect there.”
“Say the word and I’m there.” At this point he was willing to do whatever she wanted, leap tall buildings with a single bound even.
“Really, are you just going to hop in your car and race up here to fix my problem?”
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“If you’d like.”
“Hmmm…” She nodded thoughtfully, as if weighing his words. “I might have to take you up on that.”
“You go right ahead.”
“I will.”
Parker felt like a gauche schoolboy, making small talk with Cyn. He never had problems letting a woman know when he was interested, but tonight he seemed like a fumbling idiot.
“Have I told you how lovely you look?”
“Yes, right before you kissed me.”
“Are you complaining?”
“Just answering your question.” She smiled seductively.
“Well, here’s another question for you. Is your cell phone off?”
She frowned in confusion. “No, why?”
“Because I don’t want to chance you running off again. I let you escape once. I won’t make that mistake again.”
“I’m here aren’t I?” She took a sip of her wine, a coy smile hovering over her lips.
“Yes, but just think where you could have been if you hadn’t left.” Taking her free hand in his, he rubbed his thumb over the soft flesh of her wrist. He could hear her breath catch at the caress.
“And where is that?”
“My bed.” Just saying the words made the image pop into his brain. Cyn, nude, lying across his bed, with her arms spread wide and welcoming.
“The night is still young.”
“Is that a promise?” He certainly hoped so.
“No,” she laughed. “I don’t make promises I can’t keep.”
“Then keep it.” His fingers glided along her arm and he watched as her body reacted to his touch. He could tell she was just as attuned to him as he was to her.
“What am I going to do with you?”
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“I can think of many things.”
“Feel free to share?”
“I don’t think you’re ready for
