‘You should be. That’s not a talent I intend to develop.’
‘Are there any others I should know about?’
She let those dark smoky eyes of hers drift down over him, and he felt his body respond wherever she lingered. His skin burned, his muscles tensed and he hardened where he had no business hardening in the middle of a work evening out. Then she slowly lifted her gaze, smiled slightly, as if she knew exactly the effect she was having on him and was wondering what she was going to do with it. ‘Possibly,’ she murmured.
Dan swallowed hard and curled one hand into a fist and wrapped the other one around it in order to get rid of the itch to reach for her. ‘You have heard we’re no longer engaged, haven’t you?’ he said just in case she was here because of that.
‘Oh, yes,’ she said dryly. ‘Samantha was very quick to ring with that piece of information.’
Dan inwardly winced. ‘Didn’t you get my voicemail?
‘Voicemail?’
‘I left a few.’
‘Oh, well, no. I don’t often answer the phone when I’m working. My sister Lily usually takes care of that, but she’s away.’
‘I’m sorry you had to hear it from Samantha.’
She waved a dismissive hand. ‘Don’t be. There’s absolutely no need to apologise. In fact I rather think I should be thanking you.’
‘What for?’
‘I took your advice and finally told her where to get off.’
An unexpected bolt of admiration made him suddenly smile. ‘How did she take it?’
‘I didn’t wait to find out.’
‘And how
are you taking it?’
‘I feel extraordinarily liberated.’
She looked it. She looked sort of glowing. ‘You look gorgeous,’ he said gruffly.
She smiled. ‘Thank you. So do you.’
For a moment they just stared at each other, their gazes locked together, until Zoe blinked and the connection broke. His heart beating oddly fast, Dan shoved a hand through his hair and swallowed. ‘So what do you want, Zoe?’
She took a deep breath and looked him straight in the eye. ‘OK, well, the thing is I rather think I want you.’
His heart practically stopped. ‘What for?’ he said, his imagination instantly conjuring up a dozen different possibilities before he reined it in, because surely she couldn’t be wanting what he was wanting. No. It was probably advertising advice she wanted.
‘Some fun,’ she said, blowing that theory out of the water.
‘Fun?’
‘Well, it’s sex I’m after, really.’
Dan nearly swallowed his tongue. ‘Sex?’
If she noticed his lack of original vocabulary, she didn’t mention it. Instead she looked at his mouth and nodded. ‘Uh-huh.’
‘With me?’
‘That’s right.’