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The door opened slowly revealing hot-pink painted toenails.

Evan stared at the pink toes in front of him. This was not what he expected to see on the other side of the door. Generally speaking, cameramen don’t wear polish on their toes.

His gaze traveled up from the toes. Calves with ivory skin that looked as smooth as satin disappeared under a pale blue robe, tied tight, accentuating a small waist. The edges crisscrossed in the front creating a plunging V between two enticing mounds securely hidden beneath the cloth. Long, dark waves of hair cascaded across her shoulders. Warm, soft lips—with just a hint of shine—glistened gently in the low light.

“Hi,” the lips said.

Evan pulled his gaze from the inviting pink lips to peer into the eyes of the person who’d spoken. He opened his mouth to respond, but the words caught in his throat as he peered into the jade green eyes he’d seen in the photo earlier. The same eyes that had been burning a hole in his thoughts since he’d first gazed into them by the piano in the great room—eyes that reminded him of the little sculptures and pendants he’d admired in the street markets of Beijing when he was there filming the Olympics.

“Hi…I…um,” he cleared his throat, “expected someone else.”

“Sorry to disappoint you,” she said with a smile. “If I’d known I was going to have a visitor, I would have dressed up for the occasion.” She pulled the edges of her robe closed across her chest with her left hand and held out her right. “I don’t think we were properly introduced earlier. I’m Cassidy Quinn.”

“I know. I recognize you from your application picture.” He shook her hand, holding it longer than he should have. It was more delicate than he’d guessed. His thumb traced a circle across the back of her hand before letting go. “Although, the picture wasn’t nearly as good as the real thing.”

He cleared his throat again, trying to gather his thoughts into something that didn’t reflect the sudden urge he had to tear open her robe as if it was a brand new big screen TV that had just been delivered on Super Bowl Sunday.

It wasn’t working.


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