The Nights Before Christmas
The Nights Before Christmas
Vicki Lewis Thompson
All Suzanne Talbot wants for Christmas is Greg Stone. She's fantasized about the sexy handyman for months. And she's recently heard from other women in her building that leaky pipes aren't all Greg fixes. So she decides to go for itand quickly learns just how good Greg is with his hands.All Greg Stone wants for Christmas is Suzanne Talbot. Only, Suzanne's so classy, so sexy, so damn tempting. Why would she want a simple guy like him? But once Suzanne makes the first move, Greg can't resist her. They come together in explosive, sensual encounters that are as mystical, as magical as the season itself. And now all Greg has to do is convince Suzanne that the nights after Christmas can be even better.
Will I do? Greg asked, joining her on the bed
Suzanne studied him, and even in the pale light from the candles, he could see that her cheeks were rosy with excitement. Youll more than do, she said in that smoky voice. Then her lips curved. Youll dome.
Gregs heart raced as he returned that saucy smile. I sure will, sweetheart. Then, giving her a questioning look, he picked up a strand of tinsel. Only, you seem to be covered in silver.
You wouldnt let me put icicles on the tree, so
I like them much better here. He captured several stands lying across the swell of her breast and drew them back and forth over her bare skin. Then he leaned down and ran his tongue along the edge of her bra.
That tickles. Suzannes skin grew warm and flushed, and she began to quiver beneath him. The icicles were a little joke, she said breathlessly. I didnt realize it would feel likethiswhen you took them off.
It feels good, then? he asked, picking icicles from her garter belt and dipping his tongue into her navel.
Only one thing could feel better, she said, drawing him down to her. And I cant wait until Christmas to experience it.
Dear Reader,
Dont you love this time of year? Holiday spirits rise as temperatures dip (yes, even in Arizona) and we can find so many interesting ways to keep warm. I dont know about you, but I think the words snuggle and cuddle were invented for nights like these. When the cold wind blows, you have a perfect excuse to lure that man of yours over to the fire, or under a goose-down comforter. After all, you wouldnt want the poor guy to catch a chill.
And once you have him where you want him, may I recommend a little Temptation Heat? I guarantee that the blaze created in these pages by Greg and Suzanne will warm him up faster than any snifter of brandy or cup of hot chocolate. As bedtime stores go, The Nights Before Christmas isnt the sort to lull your sweetie to sleep. But thats not the idea, now, is it?
Happy Holiday Nights,
The Nights Before Christmas
Vicki Lewis Thompson
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
This book is dedicated to all the mothers and daughters, sisters and aunts who make the holidays happen. You deserve a nice, hot love story and a few hours to savor it. Take a break!
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Epilogue
1
SUZANNE, you need a rebound guy. Terri Edwards took a swig from her water bottle without breaking stride on the treadmill next to Suzannes. She was in fabulous shape, which allowed her to converse normally.
Suzanne definitely could not converse normally, and holding her water bottle was out of the question. She could barely stay upright on the relentless monster, let alone form sentences. Areboundguy? Shed never have guessed a treadmill could be such a challenge, or that weight-lifting machines could be soheavy.
The gym had looked impressive when she walked in, with its bright lights, cheery colors and the aroma of good honest sweat coming from dedicated folks wearing spandex and headbands. Besides, theyd had the cutest Christmas tree sitting on the sign-in desk. Suzanne had no idea where theyd found miniature barbells and jogging shoes for the decorations, but shed been captivated. To top it off, her favorite Christmas song, Carol of the Bells, had poured from the sound system, right on cue.
Shed taken it as a sign, and with Terris encouragement, shed put her name and her Visa card on the dotted line. Joining a health club had seemed like a good idea an hour ago. Exercise lifted the spirits, or so shed heard.
A rebound guy, Terri repeated. Great body, not into commitment, somebody you wouldnt think of dating under normal circumstances. With a guy like that in your life for a few weeks, youll soon be over Jared.
I amover Jared. She tripped and grabbed onto the rail for dear life. I justhavetoo muchfree time.
Terri glanced at her. Youre walking on a slant there, babe. Pretty soon youll be horizontal. Better get your feet under you.
Right. She gritted her teeth and scrambled to catch up with the moving belt. Then she went too far and had to backpedal so she wouldnt fall on her butt.
Lets take five. Terri leaned over and turned off Suzannes treadmill.
Thank you. Suzanne hung on the rail and panted as the sound system belted out Jingle Bell Rock. The unrelenting cheer was getting on her nerves. Thank you for saving my life. She gazed over at Terri. Did I ever tell you I hate escalators, too? And those moving sidewalks at OHare give me hives. Im not cut out for the gym, Terri. Nice thought, but Im ready to retire my spandex and take up stamp collecting.
Nonsense. Its your first day. Besides, youre already paid up for a year. Come on, well get something at the juice bar and then take a turn on the stair-climbers.
The juice bar sounded excellent. A real honest-to-goodness bar sounded even better. Hot coffee laced with Baileys and shed be a happy woman. She stepped off the treadmill with caution, but even so, the ground seemed to be moving when she tried to walk.
You forgot your water bottle and your towel. Terri draped the towel around Suzannes neck and put the water bottle in her hand before guiding her over to a stool at the juice bar. I guess you werent kidding when you said youd never been in a gym before.
Suzanne shook her head. Nope, wasnt kidding.
How do you keep from getting fat? No, dont answer that. Youre one of those high-metabolism types I love to hate, and I dont even want to hear about it.
I guess. Suzanne eased onto the stool. Her whole body still vibrated.
I ate two rum balls at the office Christmas party last night, and if I dont put in an extra ten minutes on the stair-climbers, those rum balls will go straight to my hips. Terri hopped on the stool next to Suzannes. Get the mango-strawberry madness. Its terrific.
Suzanne ordered the mango-strawberry madness, and discovered it wasnt bad, but a Baileys and coffee would have been ten times better. She tried not to think of the money shed shelled out for a years membership at this torture club. She planned to spend two days downstate with her mother over Christmas, which was three weeks away. She hadnt been looking forward to the visit, but now it gave her a legitimate excuse to skip an evening at the gym.
Terri patted her arm. Dont worry. Youll get into the swing of it. And even if you dont need the exercise to lose weight, youll feel tons better once youre used to moving your body more. Deep breathing does so much for stress and anxiety, believe me. Desk jobs are not good for our health.
Being in this gym with all these machines produces stress and anxiety in me, Suzanne said. Maybe Ill get back into coin collecting. I used to love that as a kid. Somewhere in my storage unit I should still have the
Terri groaned and dropped her head to the counter.
What? Im talking about a perfectly acceptable hobby here. Lots of people are into it these days, with the new quarters coming out. In fact, Ive even started saving them.
Raising her head, Terri gazed at Suzanne. You do not need a hobby. You need a man.
Sure enough, the concept made her stomach tighten, as it had ever since Jareds departure. Ill get one of those, too, sooner or later. Right now Id rather look for quarters.
How will you ever get a man at the rate youre going? Its been six months, and you refuse to let anybody fix you up. More than that, you walk around with this do-not-touch attitude that would warn off any guy but the terminally obtuse. I say youre gun-shy.
Suzanne opened her mouth to object.
I dont blame you, Terri continued. Jared wasnt very sensitive about the breakup.
If youre referring to his comment that Im an anal-retentive ice queen, I guess you could say that. Suzanne had taught herself to repeat the phrase with a smile to show that she wasnt bothered by it anymore. Which, of course, she was.
That comment only reveals Jareds insecurities, Terri said.
Absolutely. And hers, she thought. In the year she was with Jared shed never been able to get into his rhythm. Her struggle to keep up with Jareds expectations had been a lot like trying to keep up with the treadmill tonight. Jared belonged to a gym like this one. He liked loud parties, action-adventure movies and marathon sex.
Theyd never been right for each other, but hed convinced her that they would be once she learned to loosen up. Shed never learned. Having him gone was a relief, which told her that shed never really loved him, just the idea of being in love.
But she missed little things, like the scent of his aftershave in the bathroom, the rumble of male laughter, the comfort of cuddling on the couch. Jared hadnt been much for that, but hed managed it on a few rainy afternoons.
Terri stirred her rosy drink with a straw. When she spoke, her tone was careful. Have you ever heard anybody in our apartment building mention Greg?
The handyman? What kind of mention?
I mean, like, mention.
Uh, no. Whenever she thought of the handyman, she always felt a thrill of forbidden pleasure. Her first glimpse of him shortly after moving in had sent a jolt of sexual awareness through her. Shed never had that kind of reaction to a man before.
Since then she indulged in a secret fantasy life with Greg, and that was so unlike her. Even when shed become involved with Jared, shed sometimes pretended that he was Greg. Shed had more than one X-rated dream about him, and lately theyd become more frequent. But she had no intention of acting on those dreams. She wasnt the type to make the first move.
You think I should go out with the handyman? As if she could work up the nerve to ask him. Not in a million years.
Not go out, exactly. Terri studied her. Then she lowered her voice. You have to promise to keep what I tell you absolutely confidential. Gregs a nice guy, and hed lose his job if his boss heard about it.
Heard about what? A shiver of anticipation ran through her. Her latest dream had been the hottest one yet. Theyd been in the shower
Remember when I had that nasty breakup with Lenny?
Suzanne brought her attention back to the conversation. Look, I agree you bounced back from that faster than Im recovering from Jared, but its not the same
I have Greg to thank for that miraculous rebound, Terri said.
You do? The shiver became a delicious tingle in her belly. Shed assumed that Greg had a girlfriend. Anybody that good-looking was bound to be taken.
Keep your voice down. Terri leaned closer. Jennifer, up in 24C, let me in on the secret. It seems that Greg specializes in mending the broken hearts of the career girls in our building.
You mean? So he wasnt taken. Instead, he was something of a Casanova, which was disappointing. He looked more like a one-woman kind of guy. In her dreams, hed vowed to love only her.
I certainly do mean, Terri said. Hes great, Suzanne. The perfect rebound man. Hes gorgeous and understanding, plus he knows a relationship will never go anywhere considering the big difference in lifestyles. He seems to like it that way.
Thats totally amazing. She would never have the courage to take advantage of the situation and go to bed with Greg, of course. A man with that much experience would intimidate the heck out of her. But knowing about his extracurricular activities put a whole new spin on her fantasies about him. Obviously he wasnt her secret soul mate, which had been a girlish idea in the first place. Its like an urban legend or something.
I know. Theres a kind of sisterhood in the building, and were all sworn to silence, to protect Gregs job. By telling you, Im letting you into that sisterhood, and you must never, ever say anything unless youre absolutely sure that youve found another woman in our complex who needs Gregs services, someone you consider to be completely trustworthy.
I understand. And thanks for trusting me that much.
I do, or I wouldnt have said anything. But you have to approach Greg and make it clear that you wont put his job in jeopardy. He will never make the first move, which is understandable. The usual procedure is to ask him to fix something in your apartment, and while hes there, you begin talking about your breakup. Hell take it from there.
I cant imagine.
Cant you? Dont tell me you havent noticed the body on that man.
Suzanne blushed. Oh, I can imagine that. Actually, her dreams were very explicit, giving her the shape and size of Gregs considerable endowments. I cant imagine making the first move with him, I mean. Initiating the contact. Thats not my strong suit, anyway, and in this case, I barely know the guy. And he was way different from what shed thought.
Thats the beauty of it. Terri shoved her empty drink aside. Were not talking about anything long-term, anyway. A quick repair, and youre on your way.
No, I couldnt. It sounded somewhat shallow, yet thrillingly naughty, too. But sexual flings werent her style. Fantasies were one thing, but turning them into reality led to heartache, like her parents divorce.
You dont know what youre missing, Terri said. Think about it. This has been going on for at least two or three years, which means Gregs had an intensive course in how to patch up a girls ego.
Not to mention his extensive experience in making the rest of her hum like a top. The concept turned Suzanne on, whether she wanted to admit it or not.
Youll never hear Greg saying that someones an anal-retentive ice queen, Terri continued. Ill vouch for the fact that hes incredibly romantic. Im guessing he was before, but after hearing about the crummy things guys say and do, he really knows what makes women happy.
Suzanne looked at her friend with her perky blond ponytail and her red and purple workout clothes. Terri was a take-charge woman if shed ever seen one. Suzanne, on the other hand, let things come to her. She had to admit that some of the things that came to her werent always terrific, like Jared, for example. Hed initiated the relationship, probably because of his egotistic belief that he could change her into a sex kitten.
Its a good idea, Suzanne, Terri said.
You know, I can picture you following through with this, because you go after what you want. But ImIm not that good at putting myself out there.
Terri gazed at her. I know, sweetie. Thats partly why I suggested the gym. Theres nothing passive about it.
You are so right, and look at me! Im miserable, a fish out of water. I dont think this is a quick fix, Terri. Ive been a cautious type for a long, long time, which explains why Im a financial analyst instead of in the sales division with you. But it was great of you to trust me with the information. I promise the secret is safe with me.
Listen, you need to break your pattern and latch onto this. You really
Lets try the stair-climbers. It was a radical way to end the conversation, considering how much she dreaded the stair-climbers, but another round on one of Terris beloved exercise machines might be the only way theyd table the discussion of Greg, the rebound man.
SUZANNE MANAGED to survive the stair-climbers and the rowing machine, although her muscles had a little chat with her and promised to punish her for this craziness later. Terri didnt bring up the subject of Greg again until they walked into the lobby of their apartment building.
In the past, Suzanne had felt reassured whenever she walked into the redbrick complex. Its sturdy, Midwestern architecture and its location near Northwestern University appealed to her more than some of the glass and steel apartments out by Lake Michigan.
The lobby contained live plants instead of silk, and this time of year, a fresh Christmas tree filled the small area with the scent of pine. The lobby furniture reminded her of the upholstered pieces her parents used to have when she was a kid, before the divorce, back when life had been safe. Shed rented an apartment here because it felt secure, but now that she knew about Greg, that sense of homey security had vanished. In its place was a disturbing undercurrent of unbridled sensuality.
The idea of unbridled sensuality had always made her nervous. She always assumed that was what had led her father to take up with his young secretary, thus destroying life as Suzanne and her brother, Bill, had known it.
Have you given any more thought to what we talked about? Terri said as they stepped into the elevator.
No, Suzanne said. That was a lie. Whenever she hadnt been reviewing the damage she was doing to her poor body, shed been thinking about Greg and his fascinating sideline.
Youre doing yourself a disservice if you dont check him out.
Ill think about it, she said, more to keep Terri quiet than anything. She had no intention of following through on this hot tip. Shed love to wipe her brain free of the whole concept, but that didnt seem likely, not when this was the most bizarre factoid shed been given in quite a while.
Before Terri could continue her infomercial for Greg, the elevator stopped at the third floor and Suzanne got off, gym bag in hand. See you in the morning, assuming I can still walk.
Youll be fine. Soak in those herbal bath salts I gave you for your birthday.
I will. Once the elevator door closed, Suzanne allowed herself to sag a little. That workout had been murder, and she no more wanted to go back to the gym in two days than row around Lake Michigan in a dinghy. Come to think of it, rowing around the lake might be easier, even taking into consideration the iced-over parts. And shed paid good money for this gym madness, which made no sense at all.
But she would go back, because once someone had pushed her into an activity the way Terri had with this gym caper, Suzanne tended to hang in for the duration. She might not be much of a self-starter, but once she got going, she was no quitter.
Soaking in the herbal bath salts was an excellent suggestion, though. She opened her apartment door and locked it carefully behind her. The apartment was as tidy as shed left it. During her Jared period that rarely had been the case. Besides tossing his things around in a helter-skelter way, a trait shed struggled to accept, hed made fun of her Virgo tendency to want everything neat. Now that he was gone and the effects of his overwhelming personality had faded enough to give her some perspective, she realized that his comments had hurt her. Besides, it was her apartment, and she liked being able to find things.
Jared, whose parents were still married, didnt understand how order comforted her. Her parents divorce had been messy, with many terrible arguments. Ten years later, her mother still felt a lot of resentment. Suzanne hadnt been able to tidy up any of that, but she could at least keep her surroundings peaceful. To that end, shed worked hard to decorate this one-bedroom nest of hers. The white-on-white design scheme worked best when it was uncluttered. Her single accent of color was a red velvet pillow set on a diagonal in the middle of her ivory couch.
The color scheme also worked with her Christmas decorations. For several years shed waged a quiet battle to reclaim the joy she used to feel during the holidays. She hadnt quite captured it yet, but she wasnt about to give up.
A three-foot tree sat in a corner on a skirted table. Shed considered white lights and white decorations to go with her furniture, but in the end shed used multicolored lights and ornaments, much like the ones her parents used when she was growing up. The carved nativity scene on top of her TV cabinet was new this year. She had no idea what had happened to the one her parents used to have, but because her mother got teary-eyed whenever Suzanne brought it up shed settled for one that resembled the old version she remembered.
Shed also won a poinsettia at the office Christmas party, and it looked festive on her coffee table. The room had a holiday feel, although nothing like her parents house used to be this time of year. These days her mother had to be coaxed to even put up a tree.
Still carrying her gym bag, Suzanne walked back to the bedroom. She couldnt remember ever being quite this tired, but soaking in the tub might keep her from waking up crippled in the morning. Although her movements were slow, eventually she stripped down and had water running in the tub.
Then she opened the cabinet under the sink to take out the jar of bath salts. The jar sat in a puddle of water.
She stared at the puddle for several seconds while the water continued to thunder into the tub. Surely the universe didnt work this way. But a steady drip from the U-joint under the sink told her otherwise.
Taking a towel from the rack, she tucked it under the drip. That would do for now. If she changed the towel regularly, she could put off the inevitable for a few days. But she wasnt the kind of person who could tolerate a dripping pipe for very long.
Not tonight, maybe not even tomorrow night, but eventually shed need to call the handyman.
WHEN SUZANNE TALBOT CALLED about the leak under her bathroom sink, Gregs pulse leaped. Hed had a secret yen for the woman in 36C every since he passed her in the hallway about eighteen months ago. Since then hed been keenly aware of her whenever they happened to be in the same vicinity.
Hed developed a fascination for the way her mahogany-colored hair curled at the slightest hint of dampness in the air. She usually tried to tame it with a bow, a clip or a scrunchie, but a few times hed seen it rippling down to her shoulders, and the sight had made him catch his breath.
The same conservative streak that caused her to imprison her hair seemed to rule her choice in clothes. Although she had a lush figure, hed only discovered that by strategic observation. During the work week she wore business suits in neutral colors, favoring black. And on weekends her outfits were often baggy sweats and oversize shirts. She seemed determined to minimize her sex appeal.
That only made her more intriguing to Greg. When hed finally had a chance to look into her eyes one day, hed been hooked. Hed always been partial to blue eyes and Suzannes were Siamese-cat blue. But it was the intelligence shining from those eyes that nearly made him break his rule never to date someone living in this building.
Then the stockbroker, Jared, had come on the scene, saving Greg from making that mistake. Reason had prevailed. He couldnt afford to let himself care more than superficially about any of the single women who lived here. They were all career types with what must be high-paying jobs in order for them to afford the rent.
Talking to them and counseling them about their love lives was risky enough. Yet he hated to give up the satisfaction he got from bolstering their self-esteem after their overpaid, overeducated boyfriends had screwed up the relationship. That didnt mean he had any intention of taking it beyond friendship. He wasnt about to get physical with these women, even though a few had come on to him.
Sure, they might want fun and games now, and they certainly tempted him, but hed been able to put aside the physical attraction and listen carefully to what they said. Very carefully. By listening, he inevitably learned that these career-minded women would never settle for a handyman with no college education. In the end theyd either dump him the way Amelia had, or theyd try to fix him. He was not changing his lifestyle to suit someone else, not when hed made peace with his demons and liked the path hed chosen. Even someone like Suzanne Talbot, who seemed to be everything hed ever wanted in a woman, wasnt enough of a reward for him to give up the identity hed carved out for himself.
Keeping that thought firmly in mind, he picked up the heavy wooden toolbox hed inherited after his father died and climbed the fire stairs to the third floor. Shoot, he was such a maverick that he didnt even like elevators. A guy couldnt get very far in the corporate world if he didnt like riding in elevators. Most of the cushy jobs were on the top floor, and climbing the stairs would leave sweat stains on the Armani.
When he thought of it that way, he was able to see that Amelia had done him a favor by dumping him when hed decided to leave college and give his savings to his widowed mother. If Amelia had stuck with him, he probably would have worked his tail off to earn more money and go back to school so he could be part of her world. Hed be in the rat race for sure by now. The thought made him shudder.
He might have ended up like Jared, perish the thought, with a cell phone constantly at his ear and self-importance that wouldnt quit. Fate hadnt seen fit to give him a lot of material possessions, and along the way hed discovered they werent important to him, anyway.
Greg didnt keep track of all the comings and goings in the building, but he made a point of knowing what was up with Suzanne. Hed become aware soon after the fact that her stockbroker boyfriend wasnt around anymore. A guy like that was hard to miss when he showed up, so the place was decidedly quieter without him. Cell phones and self-importance aside, Greg hadnt liked the way Jared had seemed to intimidate Suzanne.
Plus, he seemed unable to laugh at himself, which Greg thought was a major failing, especially for a woman like Suzanne who appeared to be very sensitive. Greg had been summoned one Saturday when Jared had gone for a jog and locked himself out while Suzanne was at the grocery store. Somehow the jerk had managed to blame Suzanne for the problem.
With the overbearing stockbroker gone, Greg figured Suzanne was better off. But she might be feeling blue, and she was good friends with Terri, so Terri had probably suggested she talk with him.
Which was okay. He enjoyed the mental stimulation. The flirting was okay, too. Terri was one of the women whod kissed him, and hed kissed back. A guy couldnt be blamed for enjoying a kiss now and then. But in Terris case, as in every case, hed gently eased away from taking the relationship any further.
Although he told himself to stay cool, Greg rang Suzannes doorbell with keen anticipation.
2
GREG NOTICED RIGHT AWAY that Suzanne hadnt changed into something more comfortable in honor of his arrival. She was still in full business dress, wearing her black suede suit like a coat of armor. A black velvet bow held her mahogany-colored hair back in a no-nonsense style.
There wasnt a single casual thing about her as she stood in the doorway of her apartment. Shed even left on her black pumps, something he thought most women kicked off the minute they walked through the door. He wondered if she had an appointment somewhere. Maybe she didnt intend to stay here and pour her heart out, after all. Maybe her sink really had sprung a leak.
The disappointment he felt was another warninghe should be very careful with this one. Do you need to leave soon? he asked. Because I can fix the leak while youre gone. He grinned at her in an attempt to ease the lines of anxiety in her expression. You dont have to worry about the silverware. Im bonded.
Uh, no, I dont need to go anywhere. Without returning his smile, she stepped away from the door. Come in.
You looked so together, I thought you might be on your way out.
Not really.
Good. So theyd talk. Just talk. Kissing Suzanne would be far more dangerous than kissing Terri had been.
He walked into the room and registered the white-on-white decor. She hadnt needed anything repaired since shed moved in, so other than a brief glimpse when hed let the stockbroker in that Saturday about six months ago, hed had no idea how shed fixed up the place.
The scent of pine drew his attention to the corner where her little tree twinkled. Because hed pegged her as an orderly person, he wasnt surprised that the strings of lights and ornaments were hung in perfect symmetry. He pictured her squinting at the finished product to make sure that there were no bald spots or color clashes.
I like your tree. He gave her another smile.
Thanks. This time she smiled back, but she still looked very nervous.
He was impressed that she had a tree at all, though, considering that last Christmas shed been part of a couple and this year she was alone. Apparently she wasnt about to let that stop her from celebrating, and he was glad to discover that. Her perky little evergreen shone like a badge of courage in the corner of her living room.
Hed expected the place to be immaculate, and it was. The red pillow sitting in the middle of her white sofa was fascinating, though. From the psychology texts hed read, that pillow in the middle of all the virginal white said something about her sexuality. An erotic nature might be hiding under the sensible surface.
But he wasnt here to uncover her erotic nature. First hed tighten the pipe connection that she probably loosened on purpose, and then hed listen to her complain about her ex-boyfriend. Maybe hed suggest ordering up some Chinese food. Hed be a shoulder for her to cry onfiguratively in this casereassuring her that she was too good for the chump whod left her.
Still, her appearance threw him. She didnt look like a woman about to let her hair down.
The pipes been leaking for three days. She led the way toward the bathroom. This is the first chance Ive had to call you.
Another unexpected comment. She didnt strike him as the type to make up a story about a pipe that had been leaking for three days. That was carrying the charade a little too far. But maybe she had more imagination than the other women hed dealt with. Or maybe she loosened the pipe, lost her nerve and then had to spend three days working up to the call.
If so, then hed enjoy helping her rebuild her confidence. Platonically, of course. Always platonically.
In order to get to the bathroom, he had to walk through her bedroom. It was very girly, with rose-printed fabric covering the quilt, armchair and curtains in shades of red and pink. But there, nestled against the pillows, was the devil himself.
He was a cute little doll dressed in bright red velvet, with a mischievous grin on his face and The Devil Made Me Do It written across his chest. Uh-huh. As hed suspected from his first glimpse of Suzanne, still waters ran deep.
Her bedroom held the subtle scent of roses, but her bathroom was drenched in it. When he walked in, he was bombarded with an image of Suzanne, naked, spritzing the perfume in strategic places. The Devil Made Me Do It. The devil was having a field day with him right now, thumbing his nose at all those platonic vows Greg had taken.
Trying to calm his libido, he crouched in front of the cabinet under the sink and opened the oak doors. A steady drip had made a round spot on the pink towel shed laid under the pipe. There was nothing erotic about that spot, and yet his mind leaped from damp towels to the image of Suzanne stepping out of a steamy shower, glistening and wet.
He could assume that Suzanne had called him because she needed a shoulder to cry on. Hed known she was shy, so meeting him in full career-dress mode made sense, now that he thought about it. Suzanne wouldnt be the sort to let down her guard easily, but he had a knack for helping women open up and confide in him.
Assuming he used that talent with Suzanne, he wondered how well hed be able to control himself once she opened up to him and became soft and vulnerable. He wondered if hed be able to ignore the implications of that red pillow and that suggestive doll in the middle of her bed. He wondered how much trouble he could get into if he ignored the implications, if he broke all his rules, followed his instincts and took this fascinating woman to bed.
A lot of trouble, no doubt. But this time it might be worth the risk.
Is it a bigger problem than I thought? Suzanne asked from the bathroom doorway.
No. He cleared the huskiness from his throat. Minor stuff, it looks like. He got to his knees and fumbled with the latch on his toolbox. After getting it open with far more awkwardness than usual, he took out a small flashlight and beamed it up toward the source of the leak. Thats when he found the rust that was causing it.
Suzanne certainly hadnt rusted the pipe. Much as he hated to admit it, she hadnt booby-trapped her sink in order to lure him into her apartment. Her call had been legitimate.
Damn.
THE MINUTE GREG STEPPED into her apartment, Suzanne realized she should have announced that she had an urgent appointment and vamoosed. She thought about asking him to fix the sink while she was gone, but she wascurious. Besides, her apartment was too private a place to let somebody she barely knew walk around by himself, especially someone with a reputation like Gregs.
For one thing, he might find her stash of sexy novels. Jared had made great fun of those. Hed insisted that reading them meant shed rather get her kicks vicariously than with a living, breathing man. Hed also claimed that no real guy ever acted the way the men did in those books. He was probably right about that, because she hadnt found any so far.
But she should have risked having Greg poke around by himself, because being here with him was a colossal mistake. He smelled too good, too masculine, a combination of lime-scented shaving cream and Old Spice. Nothing fancy for this guy. Much as she didnt want him to, he was turning her on.
She could still leave, of course. She could, but she was already entranced, a deer in the headlights. When he leaned in to turn off the water valve under the sink, his biceps rippled. Shed seen plenty of rippling biceps at the gym both nights shed dragged herself there with Terri this week, but the guys at the gym were flexing on purpose. A casual, unconscious ripple was so much sexier.
Can I get you anything? she asked. Water, coffee, a soft drink? A condom?
No, thanks. He sat on the floor and chose a wrench from his toolbox.
The authoritative way he grasped the wrench caused little jolts of excitement to dance in her stomach. Her ideal lover would have sure hands like Gregs, a firm yet gentle touch. She admired his long, tapered fingers and the fine sprinkling of dark hair on the backs of his hands.
He wore a utilitarian watch, the kind you could buy at the drugstore, and no rings. The lack of rings came as no surprise after what Terri had said. He was a Don Juan of the big city, a man who wanted no entanglements.
There would be a certain freedom in making love to someone with that attitude. She wouldnt have to worry about whether he would make a good husband or a good father, or even a good impression on her mother. Most of all she wouldnt have to worry about whether he would leave her, because no commitment would exist in the first place. The sex would be about mutual pleasure and nothing else.
It was a whole new concept for her. Up to now shed scrutinized every man in her life for warning signs that they would eventually treat her the way her father had treated her mother. No wonder she hadnt ever fully relaxed sexually with a man. So much had been at stake. With Greg, nothing at all would be at stake, and she might finally have the kind of experience shed read about in her novels.
He glanced up at her. Maybe you should go ahead and have dinner.
She looked away, afraid that with his experience he might be able to guess her thoughts. Thats okay. I had a late lunch. Maybe hed misinterpreted her hungry look. Food was the last thing on her mind right now.
My plan is to dismantle this baby and take it downstairs to see if I have a replacement part. Im not sure how soon Ill have it back in operation, so I hope thats not a problem.
She couldnt keep avoiding his gaze forever, as if she lacked any self-confidence. So instead she looked at him with the same directness shed use with a colleague at work. No problem.
There were questions lurking in those green eyes of his. He probably wondered when shed start getting personal. He might even be giving her more time to feel comfortable with him by drawing out the repair process.
Shed never feel that comfortable. Suzanne Talbot did not fall into bed with a man she hardly knew. Whats your last name? The question popped right out of its own accord.
Stone. Warmth flickered in his gaze. Thanks for asking.
Heat flooded her face. Im not sure why I did. I guess it doesnt really mat
Sure it does. It always does. Without giving her a chance to respond, he leaned back and squirmed under the sink until his head and shoulders were nearly out of sight.
She appreciated his tact in partially disappearing so that she could pull herself together again. Now that shed asked his last name, he probably thought it was only a matter of time before she invited him to spend the night. He might expect her to use this moment to change into something more revealing.
She wouldnt be doing that, but maybe shed indulge her curiosity a little more by checking him out when he couldnt see her do it. It wasnt every day that she had a chance to study a certified loverboy up close and personal.
He wore his navy T-shirt tucked into the waistband of his jeans, and no belt. Well, belts were an unnecessary impediment, after all. This looked like a man who appreciated simplicity when it came to clothes that might need to be shed quickly in the heat of passion.
As she watched, he lifted his pelvis and shifted to the left to get a better angle on the pipe. The front of his shirt came untucked and rode up, exposing a neat belly button. An insy.
Saliva pooled in her mouth as she stared at that belly button. Such an intimate part of a person, a belly button. A smattering of dark hair decorated the area around it. He inhaled, causing a slight gap between his flat belly and the waistband of his jeans. A gap just big enough for a woman to slip her hand into, if a woman were so inclined.
She moistened her lips. She wasnt even remotely that daring. Besides, he wouldnt be expecting something like that, and hed probably sit up suddenly and bean himself on the water pipe.
But she could imagine doing it, and that was enough to get her juices flowing. His jeans were old and the denim looked soft. As he shifted his weight again, the material tightened over his crotch and she gained an excellent idea of exactly what lay behind that button fly.
Greg looked like such a bad boy, and now that Terri had confided in her, Suzanne knew that he was absolutely as bad as all that. Even if she had the courage to come on to him, which she didnt, she wouldnt know what to do with such powerful badness.
But Terri had said that he was understanding and very romantic. In that case, she wouldnt have to know everything. He would know everything, just like the men in the novels she loved.
Yet if she managed to start an affair with Greg, who had become a legend in her apartment building, and she still turned out to be an anal-retentive ice queen, what then? Shed probably never date again. Shed channel all her energies into her career, become the best financial analyst in Chicago, make piles of money and live alone in some opulent penthouse with her twenty-nine cats. Rich but pathetic.
If there was the slightest chance shed blow it with Greg, shed be far better off blundering along as shed been doing. The situation reminded her of when shed had a funky Honda Civic with lots of miles on it. Shed loved that car, but one day it wouldnt go. A boisterous jock from high school, somebody much like Jared, had talked her into letting him give her a jump. He must have done something wrong, because hed burned out the electrical system.
Getting involved with Greg was a jump start that might blow out her entire electrical system, and shed have to be towed in, just like that Honda. She was already feeling road-weary after two nights at the gym with Terri. In her present condition she probably wouldnt be able to have sex without pulling a muscle, anyway.
So why, with all those considerations, was she staring at Gregs crotch and getting damp and achy? She liked the shape of his legs, toolong and lean. He wore scuffed running shoes that were some off-brand she didnt recognize, and no socks. His lack of pretense was very appealing, especially after shed spent so much time with Jared, who was terminally fashion-conscious.
Sex with Greg would mean stripping the act down to its primary motivationone man, one woman, pure lust. She could guess from Gregs manner of dress and his general attitude that he wouldnt care what brand of mineral water she had in the fridge or whether her sheets had a Calvin Klein label.
She didnt know how shed fare in the pure-lust department. In her experience, sex had always been more complicated than that. But watching Greg twist his body as he wrestled with the pipe fitting, listening to his grunt of satisfaction when he wrenched the piece free, she certainly felt as if pure lust was a possibility.
As he started to emerge from under the sink, she backed out of the doorway to give him room to maneuver. Here she was, standing conveniently in the bedroom. But even if she chose to start something, shed have no idea what to say first.
Ive heard good things about you, Greg. That sounded way too fake, like bad cocktail-party chatter.
Im between boyfriends right now, Greg. Oh, that was classy. Shed appear to have a spare ten minutes where she could work him in.
I could use a friend, Greg. Better, but not true. She had friends. What she needed was a lover, a lover who would heal her bruised sexual ego.
He emerged from the bathroom holding the rusted pipe wrapped in a rag he must have taken from his toolbox. Can I leave my tools here for now?
Sure. Now was the time to tell him he didnt have to rush the job. He could put the pipe down and find something else to do with his hands. She should have asked Terri how shed handled this awkward moment.
Okay. Thanks. He walked past her and out of the bedroom. He was definitely getting away. Lock up after I leave, though, he said over his shoulder. This neighborhoods pretty safe, but theres no need to take chances.
Whatever she needed to say to make him turn around wouldnt come out of her mouth. Right.
See you in about ten minutes.
Okeydokey. Ten minutes. Time enough to call Terri and get some advice.
The door closed behind him. She walked over and locked it as hed suggested. He didnt know that she was very good about locking up. Just ask Jared, who had been caught in the hall without a key.
That doggone Jaredhed known she was going to the store. She seemed to remember having told him to take a key when hed left for his run, but maybe she hadnt. She might have assumed hed take a key to be on the safe side.
Suzanne was always on the safe side. This whole business with Greg didnt feel at all safe. She dialed Terris number and tapped her foot while waiting for the no-solicitation message to finish. Finally Terri picked up.
Its Suzanne, she said. Greg is here fixing my sink.
Congratulations!
It really was leaking, Terri.
Sure, sure. Terri laughed. Whatever you say, girl. Enjoy.
He left to get a replacement part, and hes coming back. Nothings happened yet, and I was wondering how you got from the handyman job tomore personal stuff.
Um, wellI said something about how I didnt understand guys at all, I think. He asked me to elaborate, and wetook it from there.
That was a good line. Suzanne couldnt imagine coming up with a better one, but she could hardly use Terris.
Hes very sweet, Terri said. Dont angst over this. Just start talking to the guy.
Anxiety caused her ears to buzz. You know what? Im not doing this. Im not cut out for it.
Thats what you said about the gym, and look at you now.
Exactly! Im sore in places I didnt even know I had places. If youre telling me that getting involved with Greg is like signing up for the gym, then Im definitely not doing it.
Terri laughed again. Youre such a crybaby. Greg wont be anything like the gym. Hes
The doorbell rang and her chest tightened. Hes back. Bye, Terri.
Go for it, Suzanne!
She wasnt going to follow Terris advice, she decided as she went to answer the door. The sound of Greg ringing the doorbell had nearly made her faint. She didnt have the chutzpah to carry this off, and that was that.
3
GREG HAD THOUGHT SUZANNE might change clothes while he was downstairs, but nope, she wore the same serious businesswoman outfit as before. The velvet bow was still in her hair, too, and the tidy pumps remained on her feet. He couldnt believe she hadnt kicked them off by now.
There was absolutely nothing in her behavior to suggest she wanted to become more friendly with him. He was almost convinced that she had no interest in talking about her personal life. So then why had she asked his last name?
Luckily I found what I needed, he said, holding up a section of pipe.
Great. She smiled and stood back so he could come in.
That smile was still full of nerves, he thought. Terri had said something to herhe was sure of it. Apparently Suzanne didnt know quite what to do with the information.
This shouldnt take long, he said as he walked through the white living room with its touching little Christmas tree and one red pillow. Youll be back in business in no time.
Thats good. She followed him.
He tried to interpret why she trailed after him when the job didnt require her to be there. He concluded that she was working up to a real conversation.
He gestured toward the devil on his way through her bedroom. Cute little guy.
I thought so, too. He was in the kids department at Marshall Fields, and I couldnt resist him.
So shed bought the devil for herself. If someone had given it to her, someone like Jared, he wouldnt have placed so much stock in it. But then again, she wouldnt have had to plop it smack-dab in the middle of her bed, either. The devil said something about her, just like the red pillow in the living room.
Guaranteed, hed found a shy woman who was hiding a delicious naughty streak. His ultimate fantasy. But if she was shy, she might never become bold enough to cross the barrier between them.
That was really for the best, because the longer he hung around Suzanne, the more he realized that he would definitely have trouble maintaining his distance. Suzanne was too close to his ideal woman for comfort. If she indicated the slightest interest he would be setting himself up for a fall.
Once he got to know her better, shed probably give herself away like all the others had. Sooner or later shed ask why he hadnt finished his degree. When she learned he had no interest in that, shed either end the connection or keep bugging him about it. He wasnt about to be harassed.
At least now he knew enough not to repeat the mistake hed made with Amelia. He was probably an idiot for holding out any hope that hed find a woman who was smart, ambitious and yet willing to let him live as he chose. Still, the hope wouldnt completely die.
Suzanne lingered in the doorway of the bathroom as he sat down and prepared to wiggle under the sink again. She reminded him of his cat, Matilda, when hed first found her as a stray two years ago. Matilda had been timid in the beginning, too, but once hed won her over shed turned into an awesome cat. He tended to prefer people and animals who were slow to warm up. Although they presented more of a challenge at first, they usually were more steadfast in the end.
Still, he had the impression that he could fix the sink and leave the apartment without making any real contact with this intriguing woman. Once again, he told himself that was a good thing. He was too attracted to her, and that was dangerous.
But what if Suzanne was different? What if she was the one hed been looking for? On impulse, he broke a longstanding rule. I havent seen your boyfriend around lately, he said.
Panic flashed in her blue eyes. Uh, he
Not that its any of my business. He ducked under the sink, silently cursing himself. He might imagine he knew what was going on with Suzanne, but he could be dead wrong. All he really knew was that the pipe under her bathroom sink had rusted out.
No, that wasnt true, he thought as he applied plumbers tape to the threads of the new pipe. Hed bet a million dollars that she hadnt been the one who walked out of the relationship. And, as his experience taught him, now she was doubting herself, doubting her ability to attract and keep a man. Restoring the confidence of women in that position had become his stock-in-trade recently, and he knew that he did it well.
In spite of the risk, he wanted to help Suzanne, but he couldnt if she didnt want him to. So far shed given no indication that she wanted his sympathy and counsel. He inserted the new pipe and tightened it down. At least Suzannes sink wouldnt leak anymore. As for the rest of her problems, shed have to decide whether she needed his assistance.
Crawling back out from under the sink, he checked to see if she was still standing in the bathroom doorway. She wasnt. Hed scared her off with that remark about Jared. Served him right for jumping the gun.
He turned on the water valve and tested the pipe coupling for leaks. An interesting wordcoupling. He hadnt enjoyed any personal coupling in months, not since the mess with Rachel.
About a year ago hed stumbled onto a cozy pub, a place where hed felt instantly at home. The weekly darts tournament had soon become a cherished ritual for him.
Rachel was one of the regular participants and theyd flirted with each other for months. But they never should have gone to bed together. Deep down hed known that, but he let a couple of beers and her sexy red dress cloud his judgment. Rachel was good-hearted, and she had an amazing body, but she had no intellectual curiosity whatsoever.
Thats when Greg had learned the hard way that if a women didnt stimulate his mind she wouldnt stimulate the rest of him, at least not after the first flush of discovery had passed. Rachel, as forgiving a woman as he could hope to find, didnt seem to hold it against him. The others had obviously taken their cue from her, so he was still welcomed as part of the group. Because his job could be lonely at times, he needed that connection.
While he put away his tools and closed up the toolbox, he thought about the bind hed created for himself. The women who attracted him, like Suzanne, werent likely to want a guy who was content to remain a handyman for the rest of his life. But women like Rachel, who thought his job was perfectly acceptable, werent brainy enough to satisfy him. Hed boxed himself into a corner, and he had no idea what to do about it.
Walking back through Suzannes bedroom, he noticed her suit jacket lying neatly across the end of the four-poster bed. He wondered if that was a subtle signal, and his pulse quickened.
Then he blew out a breath, impatient with himself. Talk about overanalyzing the situation. No doubt shed decided to cook herself some dinner and didnt want to do it wearing a suit jacket.
Still, he couldnt quite dismiss the picture of Suzanne in the bedroom taking off her suit jacket while he was only a few feet away working on the pipe under her bathroom sink. Thinking of Suzanne unfastening buttons and arching her back slightly as she slipped out of the jacket, he experienced a distinct stirring in his groin.
That impulse had required two beers and a slinky red dress in Rachels case. Apparently, in Suzannes case, all he needed was his own fertile imagination and a black suede jacket lying across the end of a bed of roses.
He took another look at the little red devil on her bed. If only Suzanne hadnt asked him his last name, hed be convinced that there was nothing on her mind besides the sink. But she had asked, which made him wonder if the two of them were missing a golden opportunity to get better acquainted.
See you later, buddy, he said to the devil, although chances were he never would.
He found Suzanne in the kitchen stirring a saucepan full of tomato soup. By eliminating the jacket, shed raised the seduction value of her outfit about five hundred percent. The cream-colored blouse had long sleeves with covered buttons down the front and at the cuffs. A silky blouse like that draped a womans breasts like nothing else he knew of. He could make out a hint of lace beneath the material, a kind of subtlety that had always driven him a little crazy.
Moist heat from the stove had steamed up the small window over the sink, which seemed to close them into their own private world. If they were lovers, hed put down his toolbox and walk up behind her to wrap his arms around her waist. Then hed cup her breasts. He swallowed, nearly able to feel the warm silk against his palms. Gradually hed begin unfastening the buttons
He cleared his throat. Youre all set, he said. No leaks.
She glanced up, a wary look in her eyes. Thank you so much.
Had she seemed more relaxed, he might have searched for a reason to stay, but she was as uptight as ever. Ill be taking off, then. He started to leave.
Would you
He turned back. What?
Her cheeks were pinker than the roses decorating her comforter. Would you like some soup?
He hesitated, unsure if the offer was made from courtesy because hed caught her in the act of preparing it, or if she genuinely wanted him to stay.
Its out of a can, she said. Its not homemade or anything. And Im keeping it simple. She nodded toward a cheese board holding a wedge of cheddar and a cheese slicer. Next to that was a basketfull of assorted crackers. Just crackers and cheese to go with it.
That decided the issue. No way would he turn down her soup and make her think he cared whether it was canned or not, or whether he was picky about having a full meal. Thanks. That would be great. He looked around for a place to put his toolbox.
Over there by the pantry is fine.
He set the box down, shoving it out of the way as best he could.
Ive never seen a wooden toolbox like that, she said. Arent they usually made out of metal?
The newer ones are, he said. This one belonged to my dad. He couldnt remember any of the tenants commenting on the box, and he was pleased that she had. The toolbox meant a great deal to him, but to most people, it was only a big wooden carrying case. Can I help with anything?
She shrugged. Not much to do but stir.
The kitchen was small and narrow, with the stove and refrigerator on one side, the sink and cabinets on the other. He wanted to wash his hands before he ate, but if he stood at the sink, hed be crowding her, invading her space. Still, going back into the bathroom to wash his hands seemed sort of ridiculous.
Id like to wash up, if you dont mind.
Sure. She didnt look up from her vigorous stirring of the soup.
The space between was barely big enough for two people. He was careful not to brush against her as he moved in front of the sink. In such proximity he could smell that rose fragrance of hers, and when he leaned over to wash his hands, his hip brushed against her. He imagined he heard a quick intake of breath and wondered if shed felt the same jolt of awareness he had.
Sorry, he said. He tilted his pelvis toward the sink.
Not a problem.
He was a skilled listener, and he heard the tremble in her voice. They didnt build these kitchens with two people in mind. In reality he thought this was the best kind of kitchen for cooking with your lover. He thought large spaces were highly overrated.
Pulling a paper towel from a rack, he noticed that the screws on the rack were loose. Your towel rack needs to be tightened up, he said. Yeah, sure. He was looking for an excuse to keep occupying that space.
Later, maybe. The soups ready. If youll take the crackers and cheese into the living room, Ill bring the soup.
He reached over and picked up the cracker basket and the cheese board before going to stand near the kitchen doorway. Were eating in the living room? On that white sofa? He had a vision of tomato soup all over it.
Its stain-proofed. She turned, reached into the cabinet and took out two large stoneware mugs. When she did that, she grimaced, as if raising her arms hurt her.
Are you okay?
She turned in surprise. Im fine. Why?
You looked as if you were in pain just then.
Oh. Ive been going to the gym with Terri, and my muscles arent pleased about it.
Now he had a new picture to contend withSuzanne in tight workout clothes. I dont think youre supposed to get sore working out. Do you stretch? He wondered why anybody with a body like hers felt the need to go to the gym. No body-sculpting machine would be able to improve on those measurements.
I stretch. She took the pan from the stove and started pouring the soup into the mugs. I get in the hot tub. I take herbal baths when I get home.
Hed bet she did. And now he had a mental image of her doing that. Oh, baby.
She gave him a quick smile. Im just not in very good shape. Itll get better, or at least Terri says it will.
A massage might help. This conversation wasnt a good idea. Now he imagined Suzanne stretched out on a massage table naked, while someone, preferably him, oiled her up. Hed sent away for a tantric-massage video months ago because hed always been curious about the discipline. Hed discovered that the video showed him exactly how to massage a woman to orgasm. Hed never tried it.
Massage might be a good idea. Her color was high, almost as if shed been able to peek into his fevered brain. Im sure the gym has some people on staff who could handle that.
Im sure. He didnt want her to be massaged by some people on staff. He wanted to take care of it, and he wanted to do it now.
She picked up the mugs and glanced at him. Ready?
SOUP. SHED INVITED HIM to have a bowl of from-a-can soup. How domestic and totally idiotic. When shed come up with the plan, it had seemed like a great idea for a cold winter night and something she could prepare in a hurry. But Greg was a big guy, and the skimpy meal shed offered him wouldnt be more than an appetizer for him. An appetizer for what?
Should I move the poinsettia? he asked.
Um, sure. And the magazines, if you dont mind. That stuff can go on the end table.
She waited while he cleared the table and set down the cheese and crackers. He used care with her things, she noticed. Jared would have scooped up everything and dumped it in a pile, knocking leaves off the poinsettia in the process.
Concentrating on the task, she managed to place the mugs on the glass coffee table without spilling a single drop. That was a real feat, because she was still quivering inside from the way hed looked at her back in the kitchen. She couldnt remember ever having a man look at her like that, with such total appreciation. With carnal appreciation, to be precise.
Shed always assumed that kind of heated look would make her feel devalued, like a convenient sex object. But that single look, as if hed enjoy licking every square inch of her, had done more for her self-esteem in two seconds than she could imagine getting in two years at the blasted gym. No, Greg was not like the gym.
But that didnt mean she planned to go to bed with him. Scorching looks were a long way from scorching touches. But you couldnt blame her for wanting to keep Greg around a little bit longer. Maybe she didnt need the full treatment. A few more of those melting looks and shed be good to go, ready to hit the dating scene, her ego repaired.
It felt great to be sexually desired. Fabulous. She surveyed the coffee table to see what they were missing. We need napkins. Ill be right back.
She hurried to the kitchen and started to grab a couple of paper napkins from the holder on the counter. Then she changed her mind, opened a drawer and took out the bright red cloth napkins shed bought because they matched the pillow on her sofa. Shed never found the right time to use them.
When she returned, she found him leafing through one of the magazines hed moved to the end table. Looks like youre interested in decorating.
She sat down, keeping a full cushions distance between them, and handed him a napkin. I like to fool around.
His glance was warm and knowing as he laid the napkin over his knee. I can see that.
Her words echoed in her head and she blushed. With decorating, I mean.
I knew what you meant. He picked up the mug of soup in those capable hands of his. And it shows.
She feared that what was showing was her sexual interest in him. She had to be careful that he didnt get the wrong idea and act on some silent signal she was giving off. She grabbed the slicer and carved off a piece of cheese. Its hard to do much decoration in such a small apartment. She put the cheese on a cracker so that shed look as if she actually cared about eating.
Cradling the mug, he gazed at her. Does that mean you want a big house someday?
A big house, with a big bed, and a man who looked like Greg lying naked in it. I suppose I do. Shed always expected to have a home, and a husband, and a couple of kids. It was the American way.
In between imagining Greg lying naked on a king-size bed, she found herself wondering about his future plans. Maybe hed asked the question because he was saving money to get a place of his own. Do you want a big house eventually? she asked. Then she took a bite of the cracker and cheese she didnt want but had to pretend to enjoy.
A house, maybe. Not a really big one, though. I like intimate, cozy spaces.
She choked on a piece of cracker.
Are you okay?
Nodding frantically, she coughed and took a gulp of her soup. Intimate, cozy spaces. The man had a way with words.
He gazed at her with concern. Youre sure youre okay?
She cleared her throat and blinked the moisture from her eyes. Im sure. Just took a breath when I shouldnt have. So youre hoping to buy a little bungalow, then?
Yeah. More like a cottage. Ill probably always work in the city, but I wouldnt mind having a vacation place in Wisconsin. On a lake would be terrific. And it has to have a fireplace.
Sounds like a nice dream. Nobody would have to talk Greg into snuggling on the sofa on a rainy afternoon or during a weekend trip to a cottage in Wisconsin. Longing shivered through her. She wanted to be cuddled on a sofa. She wanted to be held, stroked, petted. According to Terri, this man knew how to do the job right.
But he was still a virtual stranger, and she didnt go to bed with strangers. You said that toolbox belonged to your dad, she said. Was he a handyman, too?
He looked surprised by the question. Yeah, he was.
So you decided to follow in his footsteps?
Not at first. Not until after He paused and stared down into his soup. Then he glanced up. Not at first, he said again with a smile. You know how it is. Kids never want to do exactly what the parents do.
She was positive hed just made a decision not to tell her something important. Apparently he could talk about his vacation-home plans, but not about his father. He might be willing to take her to bed, but he wasnt willing to tell her his innermost secrets.
Maybe thats how a Casanova had to operate. Confiding secrets bonded people together, and Greg wasnt about that. He was about restoring a womans sexual confidence and moving on.
Suzanne knew she ought to just accept the rules of the game. Instead she began to wonder why Greg had chosen this loner lifestyle, and if he protected himself because someone in his past had hurt him. Do you like the work? she asked.
Yes. Yes, I do. The pays not great, but I get a place to stay and Im pretty much my own boss. I also happen to like these older apartment buildings. I take a lot of satisfaction in keeping the place maintained in top condition.
Im sure. And in his spare time, he did the same for the female tenants, both taking and giving satisfaction. Broken light switch, call Greg. Broken heart, call Greg. But who was this man who rode in on a white horse, saved the day and rode away again? She wanted to know what made Greg Stone tick.
How about you? Greg said. Do you like your job?
Hed smoothly switched the topic of conversation away from him, and she decided to let him get away with it for now. Yes, I like it. He had nicely shaped ears, she thought. Some men enjoyed having a woman run her tongue around the curve of their ear. Others didnt. She wondered which type Greg was.
What exactly do you do? he asked.
His green eyes were mesmerizing. A woman could forget everything if she allowed herself to be caught in that gaze. Im a financial analyst with Apollo Mutual Funds, she said.
He nodded. I thought you did something like that.
Do I look so much like an economics major, then? she asked with a tight smile. Jared used to taunt her about that. You may love playing with stock-market quotes all day, but you dont have to look like you do. Shed finally figured out he wanted someone who looked as if she modeled lingerie for a living.
You do look like an economics major, Greg said with an answering smile. And I think
I know. Dont say it. You think I need to loosen up, dress less conservatively, wear my hair down, stop looking so financial all the time. Shed tolerated that speech from Jared, but she didnt have to hear it from the handyman, especially when the handyman kept himself shrouded in mystery.
He took another sip of tomato soup. I was going to say that I think that looking like a financial analyst is kind of sexy.
Sexy? She glanced down at her cream-colored silk blouse. Hardly. But then it isnt my goal to make a sexual statement when I go into the office.
It may not be. That doesnt mean you dont.
She met his gaze and suddenly didnt want to play anymore. Maybe that sort of flattery works with other women, but Im not taken in, she said quietly. Im well aware of the type of outfit and behavior that men find sexy, and thats not where I shine.
He leaned toward her, his quiet tone matching hers. Pardon me, Ms. Talbot, but obviously you dont know your Wall Street Journal from the National Enquirer if youre going to make a statement like that.
Her cheeks grew warm. Shed expected him to retreat, not counterattack. And she was gradually becoming aware that his vocabulary didnt quite fit her image of an uneducated blue-collar worker. I have some experience in this matter, she said.
Not enough, apparently.
And you do? Theyd danced around enough, and now she wanted to rip away the curtain he was hiding behind. Why dont you tell me what makes you such an authority on the subject of sexual attraction?
He put down his mug. Why and how men and women are sexually drawn to each other is one of my favorite topics. Ive studied it endlessly.
Really? In what way?
His eyes blazed. Im going to choose not to answer that, but I can tell you with absolute certainty that when a woman with a great body wears a conservative little suit, many men find it sexy as hell. Theyre convinced that a temptress is hiding underneath that businesslike exterior, and they consider it a personal challenge to see if they can strew that uptight outfit all around the room, because nine times out of ten theyre right.
She drew back, her heart pounding. But not necessarily. Sometimes theyre wrong.
Sometimes, he said softly.
They would be wrong about me!
He studied her for several long seconds. Would they?
4
SUZANNE GULPED. This encounter was quickly spinning out of control. One voice, probably Terris, told her to let that happen for once in her life. But another voice, probably her own scared-rabbit persona, told her to run for cover.
Greg took the decision away from her by breaking eye contact and clearing his throat. You know what, I really need to be getting back. He stood. Thanks for the soup and conversation.
AnytiI mean, youre welcome. She shouldnt confuse the issue by suggesting that they might get together again. He was too high-octane for her, and once again, shed play it safe and stay away from a potentially explosive situation.
Ill get my tools. He walked toward the kitchen.
She gazed after him and knew she was making the right decision. She didnt belong in bed with a man whose jeans fit like that, a man who walked with such fluid grace, a man who probably made love like an angel. A man who wanted intimacy of one kind but shunned any personal revelations of his own.
Besides, he would be disappointed in her, because she wasnt the temptress he hoped to find under her uptight outfit. He might be too polite to let her know, but she would know, and that was a blow she couldnt endure right now.
He returned carrying his toolbox. If that pipe gives you any more trouble, give me a call.
I will. Thank you.
No problem. He glanced around the room. You really have done a great job with the apartment. Then he left.
Gone. Opportunity had knocked, come inside, fixed her sink, sat beside her on the sofa, fired up her libido and then left. A girl couldnt expect opportunity to hang around forever.
She was glad he was gone, she decided as she picked up the soup mugs and started into the kitchen. Glad, glad, glad. Now she could spend the evening brewing some green tea and balancing her checkbook, listening to some classical music and touching up her manicure.
Boring.
She stood in the middle of the kitchen, a soup mug in each hand, and was struck by the emptiness of the apartment now that Greg was gone. It was a different kind of quiet from the one that had settled in after Jared had left. Jareds departure had meant the absence of his loud voice, a reprieve from rock music at full volume and his need to turn the TV on at the same time, creating a chaos of noise that had driven her to distraction.
If shed expected to feel that same relief when Greg walked out the door, shed been wrong. Greg had brought a turbulence with him, no doubt about that, and she hadnt been totally comfortable with him in the apartment. But maybe comfort was overrated. Greg brought the kind of excitement she craved without even knowing it.
Shed thrown away her chance to build on that excitement, to find out a few things about herself. She wouldnt find out much about Greghed made that obviousand shed allowed his need for privacy to bother her. Maybe she was using his reticence as an excuse to avoid taking a sexual risk herself.
Greg had suggested she didnt have enough experience to know what did and didnt turn men on. He was right. And there was no better place to get that experience than with him.
The thought made her stomach tumble with anxiety, but unless she allowed Greg to come to her rescue and teach her a few things about herself and her relationship with men, she could very well be facing a future in a penthouse with twenty-nine cats. My God, the man even came highly recommended. If he were a stock hed be rated triple A.
When she thought about it that way, she realized Greg was a heck of a lot less risky than some man she might meet at the gym or at a party. Maybe she didnt know him all that well, would never know him all that well, but Terri wouldnt steer her wrong.
Shed learned to respect Terris advice. Terri had helped her through several sticky situations at work, and shed also recommended this apartment building. The gym would be a good thing, too, once Suzannes muscles adjusted. No doubt about it, Terri usually knew what she was talking about.
Suzannes hands began to shake as she realized that she was actually contemplating having an affair with the handyman. But asking him to come back to her apartment and using her sink as an excuse was too lame. Been there, done that. No, if she planned to embark on this course, shed have to be brave for a change. Shed have to initiate the action.
She tried to remember a time shed done that with a man, and couldnt think of a single instance. Like Sleeping Beauty, shed waited passively for a prince to come to her. That strategy had netted her men like Jared. If she wanted to do the choosing for a change, to find someone more suited to her personality, she needed practice in making the first move. She could practice on Greg.
She put the mugs down on the counter when she began quivering so much she was afraid shed drop them. Then she wrapped her arms around her middle and tried to stop shaking long enough to make a decision. When a woman has a great body, hed said. The compliment had been tucked into his outrageous statement about ripping off her clothes, but she hadnt missed it. He wanted her, and that knowledge braced her for taking the big step.
After all, Greg was something that a woman didnt come across very oftenguaranteed to please, and certified not to become a bother later on. He was exactly what she needed for this radical change in her behavior. He was a sure thing.
YOURE SPOILED ROTTEN, Matilda. Greg gave the tortoise-shell cat another piece of chicken from the sandwich hed fixed himself after getting back from Suzannes apartment. And we know whos to blame for that.
The same guy would have been to blame if things had gotten out of hand in Suzannes apartment a little while ago. Her attitude about herself, encouraged no doubt by that idiot Jared, had ticked him off and led him to say more than he should have. A lot more than he should have. Hed never been so aggressive with any woman in this apartment complex.
Thank God shed jumped the way she had when hed made his speech about the lure of tidy little business suits, or there was no telling what he might have done to prove his point. Hed been so close to grabbing her and kissing the daylights out of her that the slightest invitation on her part would have set him off.
But she hadnt issued an invitation. Instead shed acted frightened, which had brought him to his senses.
He sighed. All the women hed counseled in this building had suffered from the same basic problem. Theyd hooked up with a guy whod boosted his own ego at the expense of theirs. By the time the jerk got tired of the game and dumped them, they were convinced they had nothing to offer any man. More than once Greg had wanted to hunt the ex-boyfriends down and beat the tar out of them for the wreckage theyd left behind.
Picturing Suzanne glancing down at herself and announcing that nothing about her was sexy, hed been ready to strangle Jared. Greg had been blessed with the ability to appreciate any woman whether she happened to be thin or plump, plain or attractive. After hed concentrated a little while on them, they began to take on a glow that made each of them beautiful.
But Suzanne took no effort on his part to shine like a newly minted penny. Her beauty had dazzled him from the beginning, and he couldnt believe that she didnt know how gorgeous she was. Her lack of confidence made him impatient to jump in there and do something about it.
Unfortunately, he was likely to jump in a little too deep this time. Much as he might want to help Suzanne, he had to think about himselfboth his job, which he might lose if he wasnt careful, and his heart. The job could be replaced, but if he allowed another woman to stomp all over his heart the way Amelia had, he might not recover.
While he cleaned up his supper dishes, Matilda paced the tiny apartment waiting for him to finish. He took a moment to add water to the metal stand holding his Christmas tree, a slightly larger one than Suzannes. His wasnt decorated yet for the simple reason that he had no decorations. Hed bought the tree on a whim because he loved the smell of evergreen. One of these days hed pick up some ornaments and lights, but for now he had a nice foresty scent in his little basement apartment.
Come to think of it, he was in the mood for some Christmas music. He picked out three holiday CDs from his collection and loaded them into his stereo before falling into his overstuffed reading chair. With a little prrt of pleasure, Matilda jumped to his lap and curled up, purring happily.
He scratched under her chin, using the exact motion she loved. With his free hand, he picked up the book hed left on the table beside the chair. For the past couple of weeks hed been on a Dickens kick.
Reading was very nearly his favorite occupation, but because he was a healthy thirty-one-year-old male, making love to a special woman still ranked first. Tonight, no matter how much he tried to concentrate on the trials of Oliver Twist, he kept thinking of how great it would be to snuggle with Suzanne.
Finally he gave up, put down the book and leaned back, closing his eyes and stroking Matilda while he thought about Suzanne. The top of her head came to his chin, which made her about five-seven, a height he happened to favor. With his eyes shut he could imagine standing close enough to catch the scent of her rose-scented shampoo. How hed love to bury his nose in those wild curls of hers before eventually hooking a finger under her chin and tilting her face to his for a kissan under-the-mistletoe kiss.
She had a wide, generous mouth, and he liked that in a woman. Or maybe he just liked Suzannes mouth, especially when she smiled. In his fantasy she would be smiling, waiting eagerly for that first meeting of lips. Her eyes, which could crackle with blue fire, would be soft and dreamy in anticipation of the pleasure to come.
Taking his time, hed lower his head, watching how her lips parted as he drew near. Because this was his fantasy, he imagined her wanting this kiss more than any shed ever had. Her heart would be beating as fast as his, and her hand would steal around his neck, her fingers warm, her touch reminding him that this kiss was only the beginning.
When his doorbell buzzed, Matilda jumped from his lap and loped into the bedroom. He didnt have many visitors, and she wasnt crazy about socializing with those he did have. He wasnt wild about the interruption, himself. His fantasy of kissing Suzanne had come to the good part.
He wondered what emergency had brought a tenant to his door. Nearly everybody used the telephone to summon him upstairs for whatever repair was needed, an arrangement that was fine with him. This basement apartment was his refuge, and besides, he wasnt supposed to have a pet. The fewer people who knew about Matilda, the better.
Whatever had happened upstairs, he hoped it could wait until morning. Having a handyman on the premises meant that, technically, people could call him twenty-four hours a day, but he still considered the hours between eight at night and six in the morning as his, unless someone had a major flood or wires shooting sparks across the room.
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All Suzanne Talbot wants for Christmas is Greg Stone. She's fantasized about the sexy handyman for months. And she's recently heard from other women in her building that leaky pipes aren't all Greg fixes. So she decides to go for itand quickly learns just how good Greg is with his hands.All Greg Stone wants for Christmas is Suzanne Talbot. Only, Suzanne's so classy, so sexy, so damn tempting. Why would she want a simple guy like him? But once Suzanne makes the first move, Greg can't resist her. They come together in explosive, sensual encounters that are as mystical, as magical as the season itself. And now all Greg has to do is convince Suzanne that the nights after Christmas can be even better.
Will I do? Greg asked, joining her on the bed
Suzanne studied him, and even in the pale light from the candles, he could see that her cheeks were rosy with excitement. Youll more than do, she said in that smoky voice. Then her lips curved. Youll dome.
Gregs heart raced as he returned that saucy smile. I sure will, sweetheart. Then, giving her a questioning look, he picked up a strand of tinsel. Only, you seem to be covered in silver.
You wouldnt let me put icicles on the tree, so
I like them much better here. He captured several stands lying across the swell of her breast and drew them back and forth over her bare skin. Then he leaned down and ran his tongue along the edge of her bra.
That tickles. Suzannes skin grew warm and flushed, and she began to quiver beneath him. The icicles were a little joke, she said breathlessly. I didnt realize it would feel likethiswhen you took them off.
It feels good, then? he asked, picking icicles from her garter belt and dipping his tongue into her navel.
Only one thing could feel better, she said, drawing him down to her. And I cant wait until Christmas to experience it.
Dear Reader,
Dont you love this time of year? Holiday spirits rise as temperatures dip (yes, even in Arizona) and we can find so many interesting ways to keep warm. I dont know about you, but I think the words snuggle and cuddle were invented for nights like these. When the cold wind blows, you have a perfect excuse to lure that man of yours over to the fire, or under a goose-down comforter. After all, you wouldnt want the poor guy to catch a chill.
And once you have him where you want him, may I recommend a little Temptation Heat? I guarantee that the blaze created in these pages by Greg and Suzanne will warm him up faster than any snifter of brandy or cup of hot chocolate. As bedtime stores go, The Nights Before Christmas isnt the sort to lull your sweetie to sleep. But thats not the idea, now, is it?
Happy Holiday Nights,
The Nights Before Christmas
Vicki Lewis Thompson
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
This book is dedicated to all the mothers and daughters, sisters and aunts who make the holidays happen. You deserve a nice, hot love story and a few hours to savor it. Take a break!
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Epilogue
1
SUZANNE, you need a rebound guy. Terri Edwards took a swig from her water bottle without breaking stride on the treadmill next to Suzannes. She was in fabulous shape, which allowed her to converse normally.
Suzanne definitely could not converse normally, and holding her water bottle was out of the question. She could barely stay upright on the relentless monster, let alone form sentences. Areboundguy? Shed never have guessed a treadmill could be such a challenge, or that weight-lifting machines could be soheavy.
The gym had looked impressive when she walked in, with its bright lights, cheery colors and the aroma of good honest sweat coming from dedicated folks wearing spandex and headbands. Besides, theyd had the cutest Christmas tree sitting on the sign-in desk. Suzanne had no idea where theyd found miniature barbells and jogging shoes for the decorations, but shed been captivated. To top it off, her favorite Christmas song, Carol of the Bells, had poured from the sound system, right on cue.
Shed taken it as a sign, and with Terris encouragement, shed put her name and her Visa card on the dotted line. Joining a health club had seemed like a good idea an hour ago. Exercise lifted the spirits, or so shed heard.
A rebound guy, Terri repeated. Great body, not into commitment, somebody you wouldnt think of dating under normal circumstances. With a guy like that in your life for a few weeks, youll soon be over Jared.
I amover Jared. She tripped and grabbed onto the rail for dear life. I justhavetoo muchfree time.
Terri glanced at her. Youre walking on a slant there, babe. Pretty soon youll be horizontal. Better get your feet under you.
Right. She gritted her teeth and scrambled to catch up with the moving belt. Then she went too far and had to backpedal so she wouldnt fall on her butt.
Lets take five. Terri leaned over and turned off Suzannes treadmill.
Thank you. Suzanne hung on the rail and panted as the sound system belted out Jingle Bell Rock. The unrelenting cheer was getting on her nerves. Thank you for saving my life. She gazed over at Terri. Did I ever tell you I hate escalators, too? And those moving sidewalks at OHare give me hives. Im not cut out for the gym, Terri. Nice thought, but Im ready to retire my spandex and take up stamp collecting.
Nonsense. Its your first day. Besides, youre already paid up for a year. Come on, well get something at the juice bar and then take a turn on the stair-climbers.
The juice bar sounded excellent. A real honest-to-goodness bar sounded even better. Hot coffee laced with Baileys and shed be a happy woman. She stepped off the treadmill with caution, but even so, the ground seemed to be moving when she tried to walk.
You forgot your water bottle and your towel. Terri draped the towel around Suzannes neck and put the water bottle in her hand before guiding her over to a stool at the juice bar. I guess you werent kidding when you said youd never been in a gym before.
Suzanne shook her head. Nope, wasnt kidding.
How do you keep from getting fat? No, dont answer that. Youre one of those high-metabolism types I love to hate, and I dont even want to hear about it.
I guess. Suzanne eased onto the stool. Her whole body still vibrated.
I ate two rum balls at the office Christmas party last night, and if I dont put in an extra ten minutes on the stair-climbers, those rum balls will go straight to my hips. Terri hopped on the stool next to Suzannes. Get the mango-strawberry madness. Its terrific.
Suzanne ordered the mango-strawberry madness, and discovered it wasnt bad, but a Baileys and coffee would have been ten times better. She tried not to think of the money shed shelled out for a years membership at this torture club. She planned to spend two days downstate with her mother over Christmas, which was three weeks away. She hadnt been looking forward to the visit, but now it gave her a legitimate excuse to skip an evening at the gym.
Terri patted her arm. Dont worry. Youll get into the swing of it. And even if you dont need the exercise to lose weight, youll feel tons better once youre used to moving your body more. Deep breathing does so much for stress and anxiety, believe me. Desk jobs are not good for our health.
Being in this gym with all these machines produces stress and anxiety in me, Suzanne said. Maybe Ill get back into coin collecting. I used to love that as a kid. Somewhere in my storage unit I should still have the
Terri groaned and dropped her head to the counter.
What? Im talking about a perfectly acceptable hobby here. Lots of people are into it these days, with the new quarters coming out. In fact, Ive even started saving them.
Raising her head, Terri gazed at Suzanne. You do not need a hobby. You need a man.
Sure enough, the concept made her stomach tighten, as it had ever since Jareds departure. Ill get one of those, too, sooner or later. Right now Id rather look for quarters.
How will you ever get a man at the rate youre going? Its been six months, and you refuse to let anybody fix you up. More than that, you walk around with this do-not-touch attitude that would warn off any guy but the terminally obtuse. I say youre gun-shy.
Suzanne opened her mouth to object.
I dont blame you, Terri continued. Jared wasnt very sensitive about the breakup.
If youre referring to his comment that Im an anal-retentive ice queen, I guess you could say that. Suzanne had taught herself to repeat the phrase with a smile to show that she wasnt bothered by it anymore. Which, of course, she was.
That comment only reveals Jareds insecurities, Terri said.
Absolutely. And hers, she thought. In the year she was with Jared shed never been able to get into his rhythm. Her struggle to keep up with Jareds expectations had been a lot like trying to keep up with the treadmill tonight. Jared belonged to a gym like this one. He liked loud parties, action-adventure movies and marathon sex.
Theyd never been right for each other, but hed convinced her that they would be once she learned to loosen up. Shed never learned. Having him gone was a relief, which told her that shed never really loved him, just the idea of being in love.
But she missed little things, like the scent of his aftershave in the bathroom, the rumble of male laughter, the comfort of cuddling on the couch. Jared hadnt been much for that, but hed managed it on a few rainy afternoons.
Terri stirred her rosy drink with a straw. When she spoke, her tone was careful. Have you ever heard anybody in our apartment building mention Greg?
The handyman? What kind of mention?
I mean, like, mention.
Uh, no. Whenever she thought of the handyman, she always felt a thrill of forbidden pleasure. Her first glimpse of him shortly after moving in had sent a jolt of sexual awareness through her. Shed never had that kind of reaction to a man before.
Since then she indulged in a secret fantasy life with Greg, and that was so unlike her. Even when shed become involved with Jared, shed sometimes pretended that he was Greg. Shed had more than one X-rated dream about him, and lately theyd become more frequent. But she had no intention of acting on those dreams. She wasnt the type to make the first move.
You think I should go out with the handyman? As if she could work up the nerve to ask him. Not in a million years.
Not go out, exactly. Terri studied her. Then she lowered her voice. You have to promise to keep what I tell you absolutely confidential. Gregs a nice guy, and hed lose his job if his boss heard about it.
Heard about what? A shiver of anticipation ran through her. Her latest dream had been the hottest one yet. Theyd been in the shower
Remember when I had that nasty breakup with Lenny?
Suzanne brought her attention back to the conversation. Look, I agree you bounced back from that faster than Im recovering from Jared, but its not the same
I have Greg to thank for that miraculous rebound, Terri said.
You do? The shiver became a delicious tingle in her belly. Shed assumed that Greg had a girlfriend. Anybody that good-looking was bound to be taken.
Keep your voice down. Terri leaned closer. Jennifer, up in 24C, let me in on the secret. It seems that Greg specializes in mending the broken hearts of the career girls in our building.
You mean? So he wasnt taken. Instead, he was something of a Casanova, which was disappointing. He looked more like a one-woman kind of guy. In her dreams, hed vowed to love only her.
I certainly do mean, Terri said. Hes great, Suzanne. The perfect rebound man. Hes gorgeous and understanding, plus he knows a relationship will never go anywhere considering the big difference in lifestyles. He seems to like it that way.
Thats totally amazing. She would never have the courage to take advantage of the situation and go to bed with Greg, of course. A man with that much experience would intimidate the heck out of her. But knowing about his extracurricular activities put a whole new spin on her fantasies about him. Obviously he wasnt her secret soul mate, which had been a girlish idea in the first place. Its like an urban legend or something.
I know. Theres a kind of sisterhood in the building, and were all sworn to silence, to protect Gregs job. By telling you, Im letting you into that sisterhood, and you must never, ever say anything unless youre absolutely sure that youve found another woman in our complex who needs Gregs services, someone you consider to be completely trustworthy.
I understand. And thanks for trusting me that much.
I do, or I wouldnt have said anything. But you have to approach Greg and make it clear that you wont put his job in jeopardy. He will never make the first move, which is understandable. The usual procedure is to ask him to fix something in your apartment, and while hes there, you begin talking about your breakup. Hell take it from there.
I cant imagine.
Cant you? Dont tell me you havent noticed the body on that man.
Suzanne blushed. Oh, I can imagine that. Actually, her dreams were very explicit, giving her the shape and size of Gregs considerable endowments. I cant imagine making the first move with him, I mean. Initiating the contact. Thats not my strong suit, anyway, and in this case, I barely know the guy. And he was way different from what shed thought.
Thats the beauty of it. Terri shoved her empty drink aside. Were not talking about anything long-term, anyway. A quick repair, and youre on your way.
No, I couldnt. It sounded somewhat shallow, yet thrillingly naughty, too. But sexual flings werent her style. Fantasies were one thing, but turning them into reality led to heartache, like her parents divorce.
You dont know what youre missing, Terri said. Think about it. This has been going on for at least two or three years, which means Gregs had an intensive course in how to patch up a girls ego.
Not to mention his extensive experience in making the rest of her hum like a top. The concept turned Suzanne on, whether she wanted to admit it or not.
Youll never hear Greg saying that someones an anal-retentive ice queen, Terri continued. Ill vouch for the fact that hes incredibly romantic. Im guessing he was before, but after hearing about the crummy things guys say and do, he really knows what makes women happy.
Suzanne looked at her friend with her perky blond ponytail and her red and purple workout clothes. Terri was a take-charge woman if shed ever seen one. Suzanne, on the other hand, let things come to her. She had to admit that some of the things that came to her werent always terrific, like Jared, for example. Hed initiated the relationship, probably because of his egotistic belief that he could change her into a sex kitten.
Its a good idea, Suzanne, Terri said.
You know, I can picture you following through with this, because you go after what you want. But ImIm not that good at putting myself out there.
Terri gazed at her. I know, sweetie. Thats partly why I suggested the gym. Theres nothing passive about it.
You are so right, and look at me! Im miserable, a fish out of water. I dont think this is a quick fix, Terri. Ive been a cautious type for a long, long time, which explains why Im a financial analyst instead of in the sales division with you. But it was great of you to trust me with the information. I promise the secret is safe with me.
Listen, you need to break your pattern and latch onto this. You really
Lets try the stair-climbers. It was a radical way to end the conversation, considering how much she dreaded the stair-climbers, but another round on one of Terris beloved exercise machines might be the only way theyd table the discussion of Greg, the rebound man.
SUZANNE MANAGED to survive the stair-climbers and the rowing machine, although her muscles had a little chat with her and promised to punish her for this craziness later. Terri didnt bring up the subject of Greg again until they walked into the lobby of their apartment building.
In the past, Suzanne had felt reassured whenever she walked into the redbrick complex. Its sturdy, Midwestern architecture and its location near Northwestern University appealed to her more than some of the glass and steel apartments out by Lake Michigan.
The lobby contained live plants instead of silk, and this time of year, a fresh Christmas tree filled the small area with the scent of pine. The lobby furniture reminded her of the upholstered pieces her parents used to have when she was a kid, before the divorce, back when life had been safe. Shed rented an apartment here because it felt secure, but now that she knew about Greg, that sense of homey security had vanished. In its place was a disturbing undercurrent of unbridled sensuality.
The idea of unbridled sensuality had always made her nervous. She always assumed that was what had led her father to take up with his young secretary, thus destroying life as Suzanne and her brother, Bill, had known it.
Have you given any more thought to what we talked about? Terri said as they stepped into the elevator.
No, Suzanne said. That was a lie. Whenever she hadnt been reviewing the damage she was doing to her poor body, shed been thinking about Greg and his fascinating sideline.
Youre doing yourself a disservice if you dont check him out.
Ill think about it, she said, more to keep Terri quiet than anything. She had no intention of following through on this hot tip. Shed love to wipe her brain free of the whole concept, but that didnt seem likely, not when this was the most bizarre factoid shed been given in quite a while.
Before Terri could continue her infomercial for Greg, the elevator stopped at the third floor and Suzanne got off, gym bag in hand. See you in the morning, assuming I can still walk.
Youll be fine. Soak in those herbal bath salts I gave you for your birthday.
I will. Once the elevator door closed, Suzanne allowed herself to sag a little. That workout had been murder, and she no more wanted to go back to the gym in two days than row around Lake Michigan in a dinghy. Come to think of it, rowing around the lake might be easier, even taking into consideration the iced-over parts. And shed paid good money for this gym madness, which made no sense at all.
But she would go back, because once someone had pushed her into an activity the way Terri had with this gym caper, Suzanne tended to hang in for the duration. She might not be much of a self-starter, but once she got going, she was no quitter.
Soaking in the herbal bath salts was an excellent suggestion, though. She opened her apartment door and locked it carefully behind her. The apartment was as tidy as shed left it. During her Jared period that rarely had been the case. Besides tossing his things around in a helter-skelter way, a trait shed struggled to accept, hed made fun of her Virgo tendency to want everything neat. Now that he was gone and the effects of his overwhelming personality had faded enough to give her some perspective, she realized that his comments had hurt her. Besides, it was her apartment, and she liked being able to find things.
Jared, whose parents were still married, didnt understand how order comforted her. Her parents divorce had been messy, with many terrible arguments. Ten years later, her mother still felt a lot of resentment. Suzanne hadnt been able to tidy up any of that, but she could at least keep her surroundings peaceful. To that end, shed worked hard to decorate this one-bedroom nest of hers. The white-on-white design scheme worked best when it was uncluttered. Her single accent of color was a red velvet pillow set on a diagonal in the middle of her ivory couch.
The color scheme also worked with her Christmas decorations. For several years shed waged a quiet battle to reclaim the joy she used to feel during the holidays. She hadnt quite captured it yet, but she wasnt about to give up.
A three-foot tree sat in a corner on a skirted table. Shed considered white lights and white decorations to go with her furniture, but in the end shed used multicolored lights and ornaments, much like the ones her parents used when she was growing up. The carved nativity scene on top of her TV cabinet was new this year. She had no idea what had happened to the one her parents used to have, but because her mother got teary-eyed whenever Suzanne brought it up shed settled for one that resembled the old version she remembered.
Shed also won a poinsettia at the office Christmas party, and it looked festive on her coffee table. The room had a holiday feel, although nothing like her parents house used to be this time of year. These days her mother had to be coaxed to even put up a tree.
Still carrying her gym bag, Suzanne walked back to the bedroom. She couldnt remember ever being quite this tired, but soaking in the tub might keep her from waking up crippled in the morning. Although her movements were slow, eventually she stripped down and had water running in the tub.
Then she opened the cabinet under the sink to take out the jar of bath salts. The jar sat in a puddle of water.
She stared at the puddle for several seconds while the water continued to thunder into the tub. Surely the universe didnt work this way. But a steady drip from the U-joint under the sink told her otherwise.
Taking a towel from the rack, she tucked it under the drip. That would do for now. If she changed the towel regularly, she could put off the inevitable for a few days. But she wasnt the kind of person who could tolerate a dripping pipe for very long.
Not tonight, maybe not even tomorrow night, but eventually shed need to call the handyman.
WHEN SUZANNE TALBOT CALLED about the leak under her bathroom sink, Gregs pulse leaped. Hed had a secret yen for the woman in 36C every since he passed her in the hallway about eighteen months ago. Since then hed been keenly aware of her whenever they happened to be in the same vicinity.
Hed developed a fascination for the way her mahogany-colored hair curled at the slightest hint of dampness in the air. She usually tried to tame it with a bow, a clip or a scrunchie, but a few times hed seen it rippling down to her shoulders, and the sight had made him catch his breath.
The same conservative streak that caused her to imprison her hair seemed to rule her choice in clothes. Although she had a lush figure, hed only discovered that by strategic observation. During the work week she wore business suits in neutral colors, favoring black. And on weekends her outfits were often baggy sweats and oversize shirts. She seemed determined to minimize her sex appeal.
That only made her more intriguing to Greg. When hed finally had a chance to look into her eyes one day, hed been hooked. Hed always been partial to blue eyes and Suzannes were Siamese-cat blue. But it was the intelligence shining from those eyes that nearly made him break his rule never to date someone living in this building.
Then the stockbroker, Jared, had come on the scene, saving Greg from making that mistake. Reason had prevailed. He couldnt afford to let himself care more than superficially about any of the single women who lived here. They were all career types with what must be high-paying jobs in order for them to afford the rent.
Talking to them and counseling them about their love lives was risky enough. Yet he hated to give up the satisfaction he got from bolstering their self-esteem after their overpaid, overeducated boyfriends had screwed up the relationship. That didnt mean he had any intention of taking it beyond friendship. He wasnt about to get physical with these women, even though a few had come on to him.
Sure, they might want fun and games now, and they certainly tempted him, but hed been able to put aside the physical attraction and listen carefully to what they said. Very carefully. By listening, he inevitably learned that these career-minded women would never settle for a handyman with no college education. In the end theyd either dump him the way Amelia had, or theyd try to fix him. He was not changing his lifestyle to suit someone else, not when hed made peace with his demons and liked the path hed chosen. Even someone like Suzanne Talbot, who seemed to be everything hed ever wanted in a woman, wasnt enough of a reward for him to give up the identity hed carved out for himself.
Keeping that thought firmly in mind, he picked up the heavy wooden toolbox hed inherited after his father died and climbed the fire stairs to the third floor. Shoot, he was such a maverick that he didnt even like elevators. A guy couldnt get very far in the corporate world if he didnt like riding in elevators. Most of the cushy jobs were on the top floor, and climbing the stairs would leave sweat stains on the Armani.
When he thought of it that way, he was able to see that Amelia had done him a favor by dumping him when hed decided to leave college and give his savings to his widowed mother. If Amelia had stuck with him, he probably would have worked his tail off to earn more money and go back to school so he could be part of her world. Hed be in the rat race for sure by now. The thought made him shudder.
He might have ended up like Jared, perish the thought, with a cell phone constantly at his ear and self-importance that wouldnt quit. Fate hadnt seen fit to give him a lot of material possessions, and along the way hed discovered they werent important to him, anyway.
Greg didnt keep track of all the comings and goings in the building, but he made a point of knowing what was up with Suzanne. Hed become aware soon after the fact that her stockbroker boyfriend wasnt around anymore. A guy like that was hard to miss when he showed up, so the place was decidedly quieter without him. Cell phones and self-importance aside, Greg hadnt liked the way Jared had seemed to intimidate Suzanne.
Plus, he seemed unable to laugh at himself, which Greg thought was a major failing, especially for a woman like Suzanne who appeared to be very sensitive. Greg had been summoned one Saturday when Jared had gone for a jog and locked himself out while Suzanne was at the grocery store. Somehow the jerk had managed to blame Suzanne for the problem.
With the overbearing stockbroker gone, Greg figured Suzanne was better off. But she might be feeling blue, and she was good friends with Terri, so Terri had probably suggested she talk with him.
Which was okay. He enjoyed the mental stimulation. The flirting was okay, too. Terri was one of the women whod kissed him, and hed kissed back. A guy couldnt be blamed for enjoying a kiss now and then. But in Terris case, as in every case, hed gently eased away from taking the relationship any further.
Although he told himself to stay cool, Greg rang Suzannes doorbell with keen anticipation.
2
GREG NOTICED RIGHT AWAY that Suzanne hadnt changed into something more comfortable in honor of his arrival. She was still in full business dress, wearing her black suede suit like a coat of armor. A black velvet bow held her mahogany-colored hair back in a no-nonsense style.
There wasnt a single casual thing about her as she stood in the doorway of her apartment. Shed even left on her black pumps, something he thought most women kicked off the minute they walked through the door. He wondered if she had an appointment somewhere. Maybe she didnt intend to stay here and pour her heart out, after all. Maybe her sink really had sprung a leak.
The disappointment he felt was another warninghe should be very careful with this one. Do you need to leave soon? he asked. Because I can fix the leak while youre gone. He grinned at her in an attempt to ease the lines of anxiety in her expression. You dont have to worry about the silverware. Im bonded.
Uh, no, I dont need to go anywhere. Without returning his smile, she stepped away from the door. Come in.
You looked so together, I thought you might be on your way out.
Not really.
Good. So theyd talk. Just talk. Kissing Suzanne would be far more dangerous than kissing Terri had been.
He walked into the room and registered the white-on-white decor. She hadnt needed anything repaired since shed moved in, so other than a brief glimpse when hed let the stockbroker in that Saturday about six months ago, hed had no idea how shed fixed up the place.
The scent of pine drew his attention to the corner where her little tree twinkled. Because hed pegged her as an orderly person, he wasnt surprised that the strings of lights and ornaments were hung in perfect symmetry. He pictured her squinting at the finished product to make sure that there were no bald spots or color clashes.
I like your tree. He gave her another smile.
Thanks. This time she smiled back, but she still looked very nervous.
He was impressed that she had a tree at all, though, considering that last Christmas shed been part of a couple and this year she was alone. Apparently she wasnt about to let that stop her from celebrating, and he was glad to discover that. Her perky little evergreen shone like a badge of courage in the corner of her living room.
Hed expected the place to be immaculate, and it was. The red pillow sitting in the middle of her white sofa was fascinating, though. From the psychology texts hed read, that pillow in the middle of all the virginal white said something about her sexuality. An erotic nature might be hiding under the sensible surface.
But he wasnt here to uncover her erotic nature. First hed tighten the pipe connection that she probably loosened on purpose, and then hed listen to her complain about her ex-boyfriend. Maybe hed suggest ordering up some Chinese food. Hed be a shoulder for her to cry onfiguratively in this casereassuring her that she was too good for the chump whod left her.
Still, her appearance threw him. She didnt look like a woman about to let her hair down.
The pipes been leaking for three days. She led the way toward the bathroom. This is the first chance Ive had to call you.
Another unexpected comment. She didnt strike him as the type to make up a story about a pipe that had been leaking for three days. That was carrying the charade a little too far. But maybe she had more imagination than the other women hed dealt with. Or maybe she loosened the pipe, lost her nerve and then had to spend three days working up to the call.
If so, then hed enjoy helping her rebuild her confidence. Platonically, of course. Always platonically.
In order to get to the bathroom, he had to walk through her bedroom. It was very girly, with rose-printed fabric covering the quilt, armchair and curtains in shades of red and pink. But there, nestled against the pillows, was the devil himself.
He was a cute little doll dressed in bright red velvet, with a mischievous grin on his face and The Devil Made Me Do It written across his chest. Uh-huh. As hed suspected from his first glimpse of Suzanne, still waters ran deep.
Her bedroom held the subtle scent of roses, but her bathroom was drenched in it. When he walked in, he was bombarded with an image of Suzanne, naked, spritzing the perfume in strategic places. The Devil Made Me Do It. The devil was having a field day with him right now, thumbing his nose at all those platonic vows Greg had taken.
Trying to calm his libido, he crouched in front of the cabinet under the sink and opened the oak doors. A steady drip had made a round spot on the pink towel shed laid under the pipe. There was nothing erotic about that spot, and yet his mind leaped from damp towels to the image of Suzanne stepping out of a steamy shower, glistening and wet.
He could assume that Suzanne had called him because she needed a shoulder to cry on. Hed known she was shy, so meeting him in full career-dress mode made sense, now that he thought about it. Suzanne wouldnt be the sort to let down her guard easily, but he had a knack for helping women open up and confide in him.
Assuming he used that talent with Suzanne, he wondered how well hed be able to control himself once she opened up to him and became soft and vulnerable. He wondered if hed be able to ignore the implications of that red pillow and that suggestive doll in the middle of her bed. He wondered how much trouble he could get into if he ignored the implications, if he broke all his rules, followed his instincts and took this fascinating woman to bed.
A lot of trouble, no doubt. But this time it might be worth the risk.
Is it a bigger problem than I thought? Suzanne asked from the bathroom doorway.
No. He cleared the huskiness from his throat. Minor stuff, it looks like. He got to his knees and fumbled with the latch on his toolbox. After getting it open with far more awkwardness than usual, he took out a small flashlight and beamed it up toward the source of the leak. Thats when he found the rust that was causing it.
Suzanne certainly hadnt rusted the pipe. Much as he hated to admit it, she hadnt booby-trapped her sink in order to lure him into her apartment. Her call had been legitimate.
Damn.
THE MINUTE GREG STEPPED into her apartment, Suzanne realized she should have announced that she had an urgent appointment and vamoosed. She thought about asking him to fix the sink while she was gone, but she wascurious. Besides, her apartment was too private a place to let somebody she barely knew walk around by himself, especially someone with a reputation like Gregs.
For one thing, he might find her stash of sexy novels. Jared had made great fun of those. Hed insisted that reading them meant shed rather get her kicks vicariously than with a living, breathing man. Hed also claimed that no real guy ever acted the way the men did in those books. He was probably right about that, because she hadnt found any so far.
But she should have risked having Greg poke around by himself, because being here with him was a colossal mistake. He smelled too good, too masculine, a combination of lime-scented shaving cream and Old Spice. Nothing fancy for this guy. Much as she didnt want him to, he was turning her on.
She could still leave, of course. She could, but she was already entranced, a deer in the headlights. When he leaned in to turn off the water valve under the sink, his biceps rippled. Shed seen plenty of rippling biceps at the gym both nights shed dragged herself there with Terri this week, but the guys at the gym were flexing on purpose. A casual, unconscious ripple was so much sexier.
Can I get you anything? she asked. Water, coffee, a soft drink? A condom?
No, thanks. He sat on the floor and chose a wrench from his toolbox.
The authoritative way he grasped the wrench caused little jolts of excitement to dance in her stomach. Her ideal lover would have sure hands like Gregs, a firm yet gentle touch. She admired his long, tapered fingers and the fine sprinkling of dark hair on the backs of his hands.
He wore a utilitarian watch, the kind you could buy at the drugstore, and no rings. The lack of rings came as no surprise after what Terri had said. He was a Don Juan of the big city, a man who wanted no entanglements.
There would be a certain freedom in making love to someone with that attitude. She wouldnt have to worry about whether he would make a good husband or a good father, or even a good impression on her mother. Most of all she wouldnt have to worry about whether he would leave her, because no commitment would exist in the first place. The sex would be about mutual pleasure and nothing else.
It was a whole new concept for her. Up to now shed scrutinized every man in her life for warning signs that they would eventually treat her the way her father had treated her mother. No wonder she hadnt ever fully relaxed sexually with a man. So much had been at stake. With Greg, nothing at all would be at stake, and she might finally have the kind of experience shed read about in her novels.
He glanced up at her. Maybe you should go ahead and have dinner.
She looked away, afraid that with his experience he might be able to guess her thoughts. Thats okay. I had a late lunch. Maybe hed misinterpreted her hungry look. Food was the last thing on her mind right now.
My plan is to dismantle this baby and take it downstairs to see if I have a replacement part. Im not sure how soon Ill have it back in operation, so I hope thats not a problem.
She couldnt keep avoiding his gaze forever, as if she lacked any self-confidence. So instead she looked at him with the same directness shed use with a colleague at work. No problem.
There were questions lurking in those green eyes of his. He probably wondered when shed start getting personal. He might even be giving her more time to feel comfortable with him by drawing out the repair process.
Shed never feel that comfortable. Suzanne Talbot did not fall into bed with a man she hardly knew. Whats your last name? The question popped right out of its own accord.
Stone. Warmth flickered in his gaze. Thanks for asking.
Heat flooded her face. Im not sure why I did. I guess it doesnt really mat
Sure it does. It always does. Without giving her a chance to respond, he leaned back and squirmed under the sink until his head and shoulders were nearly out of sight.
She appreciated his tact in partially disappearing so that she could pull herself together again. Now that shed asked his last name, he probably thought it was only a matter of time before she invited him to spend the night. He might expect her to use this moment to change into something more revealing.
She wouldnt be doing that, but maybe shed indulge her curiosity a little more by checking him out when he couldnt see her do it. It wasnt every day that she had a chance to study a certified loverboy up close and personal.
He wore his navy T-shirt tucked into the waistband of his jeans, and no belt. Well, belts were an unnecessary impediment, after all. This looked like a man who appreciated simplicity when it came to clothes that might need to be shed quickly in the heat of passion.
As she watched, he lifted his pelvis and shifted to the left to get a better angle on the pipe. The front of his shirt came untucked and rode up, exposing a neat belly button. An insy.
Saliva pooled in her mouth as she stared at that belly button. Such an intimate part of a person, a belly button. A smattering of dark hair decorated the area around it. He inhaled, causing a slight gap between his flat belly and the waistband of his jeans. A gap just big enough for a woman to slip her hand into, if a woman were so inclined.
She moistened her lips. She wasnt even remotely that daring. Besides, he wouldnt be expecting something like that, and hed probably sit up suddenly and bean himself on the water pipe.
But she could imagine doing it, and that was enough to get her juices flowing. His jeans were old and the denim looked soft. As he shifted his weight again, the material tightened over his crotch and she gained an excellent idea of exactly what lay behind that button fly.
Greg looked like such a bad boy, and now that Terri had confided in her, Suzanne knew that he was absolutely as bad as all that. Even if she had the courage to come on to him, which she didnt, she wouldnt know what to do with such powerful badness.
But Terri had said that he was understanding and very romantic. In that case, she wouldnt have to know everything. He would know everything, just like the men in the novels she loved.
Yet if she managed to start an affair with Greg, who had become a legend in her apartment building, and she still turned out to be an anal-retentive ice queen, what then? Shed probably never date again. Shed channel all her energies into her career, become the best financial analyst in Chicago, make piles of money and live alone in some opulent penthouse with her twenty-nine cats. Rich but pathetic.
If there was the slightest chance shed blow it with Greg, shed be far better off blundering along as shed been doing. The situation reminded her of when shed had a funky Honda Civic with lots of miles on it. Shed loved that car, but one day it wouldnt go. A boisterous jock from high school, somebody much like Jared, had talked her into letting him give her a jump. He must have done something wrong, because hed burned out the electrical system.
Getting involved with Greg was a jump start that might blow out her entire electrical system, and shed have to be towed in, just like that Honda. She was already feeling road-weary after two nights at the gym with Terri. In her present condition she probably wouldnt be able to have sex without pulling a muscle, anyway.
So why, with all those considerations, was she staring at Gregs crotch and getting damp and achy? She liked the shape of his legs, toolong and lean. He wore scuffed running shoes that were some off-brand she didnt recognize, and no socks. His lack of pretense was very appealing, especially after shed spent so much time with Jared, who was terminally fashion-conscious.
Sex with Greg would mean stripping the act down to its primary motivationone man, one woman, pure lust. She could guess from Gregs manner of dress and his general attitude that he wouldnt care what brand of mineral water she had in the fridge or whether her sheets had a Calvin Klein label.
She didnt know how shed fare in the pure-lust department. In her experience, sex had always been more complicated than that. But watching Greg twist his body as he wrestled with the pipe fitting, listening to his grunt of satisfaction when he wrenched the piece free, she certainly felt as if pure lust was a possibility.
As he started to emerge from under the sink, she backed out of the doorway to give him room to maneuver. Here she was, standing conveniently in the bedroom. But even if she chose to start something, shed have no idea what to say first.
Ive heard good things about you, Greg. That sounded way too fake, like bad cocktail-party chatter.
Im between boyfriends right now, Greg. Oh, that was classy. Shed appear to have a spare ten minutes where she could work him in.
I could use a friend, Greg. Better, but not true. She had friends. What she needed was a lover, a lover who would heal her bruised sexual ego.
He emerged from the bathroom holding the rusted pipe wrapped in a rag he must have taken from his toolbox. Can I leave my tools here for now?
Sure. Now was the time to tell him he didnt have to rush the job. He could put the pipe down and find something else to do with his hands. She should have asked Terri how shed handled this awkward moment.
Okay. Thanks. He walked past her and out of the bedroom. He was definitely getting away. Lock up after I leave, though, he said over his shoulder. This neighborhoods pretty safe, but theres no need to take chances.
Whatever she needed to say to make him turn around wouldnt come out of her mouth. Right.
See you in about ten minutes.
Okeydokey. Ten minutes. Time enough to call Terri and get some advice.
The door closed behind him. She walked over and locked it as hed suggested. He didnt know that she was very good about locking up. Just ask Jared, who had been caught in the hall without a key.
That doggone Jaredhed known she was going to the store. She seemed to remember having told him to take a key when hed left for his run, but maybe she hadnt. She might have assumed hed take a key to be on the safe side.
Suzanne was always on the safe side. This whole business with Greg didnt feel at all safe. She dialed Terris number and tapped her foot while waiting for the no-solicitation message to finish. Finally Terri picked up.
Its Suzanne, she said. Greg is here fixing my sink.
Congratulations!
It really was leaking, Terri.
Sure, sure. Terri laughed. Whatever you say, girl. Enjoy.
He left to get a replacement part, and hes coming back. Nothings happened yet, and I was wondering how you got from the handyman job tomore personal stuff.
Um, wellI said something about how I didnt understand guys at all, I think. He asked me to elaborate, and wetook it from there.
That was a good line. Suzanne couldnt imagine coming up with a better one, but she could hardly use Terris.
Hes very sweet, Terri said. Dont angst over this. Just start talking to the guy.
Anxiety caused her ears to buzz. You know what? Im not doing this. Im not cut out for it.
Thats what you said about the gym, and look at you now.
Exactly! Im sore in places I didnt even know I had places. If youre telling me that getting involved with Greg is like signing up for the gym, then Im definitely not doing it.
Terri laughed again. Youre such a crybaby. Greg wont be anything like the gym. Hes
The doorbell rang and her chest tightened. Hes back. Bye, Terri.
Go for it, Suzanne!
She wasnt going to follow Terris advice, she decided as she went to answer the door. The sound of Greg ringing the doorbell had nearly made her faint. She didnt have the chutzpah to carry this off, and that was that.
3
GREG HAD THOUGHT SUZANNE might change clothes while he was downstairs, but nope, she wore the same serious businesswoman outfit as before. The velvet bow was still in her hair, too, and the tidy pumps remained on her feet. He couldnt believe she hadnt kicked them off by now.
There was absolutely nothing in her behavior to suggest she wanted to become more friendly with him. He was almost convinced that she had no interest in talking about her personal life. So then why had she asked his last name?
Luckily I found what I needed, he said, holding up a section of pipe.
Great. She smiled and stood back so he could come in.
That smile was still full of nerves, he thought. Terri had said something to herhe was sure of it. Apparently Suzanne didnt know quite what to do with the information.
This shouldnt take long, he said as he walked through the white living room with its touching little Christmas tree and one red pillow. Youll be back in business in no time.
Thats good. She followed him.
He tried to interpret why she trailed after him when the job didnt require her to be there. He concluded that she was working up to a real conversation.
He gestured toward the devil on his way through her bedroom. Cute little guy.
I thought so, too. He was in the kids department at Marshall Fields, and I couldnt resist him.
So shed bought the devil for herself. If someone had given it to her, someone like Jared, he wouldnt have placed so much stock in it. But then again, she wouldnt have had to plop it smack-dab in the middle of her bed, either. The devil said something about her, just like the red pillow in the living room.
Guaranteed, hed found a shy woman who was hiding a delicious naughty streak. His ultimate fantasy. But if she was shy, she might never become bold enough to cross the barrier between them.
That was really for the best, because the longer he hung around Suzanne, the more he realized that he would definitely have trouble maintaining his distance. Suzanne was too close to his ideal woman for comfort. If she indicated the slightest interest he would be setting himself up for a fall.
Once he got to know her better, shed probably give herself away like all the others had. Sooner or later shed ask why he hadnt finished his degree. When she learned he had no interest in that, shed either end the connection or keep bugging him about it. He wasnt about to be harassed.
At least now he knew enough not to repeat the mistake hed made with Amelia. He was probably an idiot for holding out any hope that hed find a woman who was smart, ambitious and yet willing to let him live as he chose. Still, the hope wouldnt completely die.
Suzanne lingered in the doorway of the bathroom as he sat down and prepared to wiggle under the sink again. She reminded him of his cat, Matilda, when hed first found her as a stray two years ago. Matilda had been timid in the beginning, too, but once hed won her over shed turned into an awesome cat. He tended to prefer people and animals who were slow to warm up. Although they presented more of a challenge at first, they usually were more steadfast in the end.
Still, he had the impression that he could fix the sink and leave the apartment without making any real contact with this intriguing woman. Once again, he told himself that was a good thing. He was too attracted to her, and that was dangerous.
But what if Suzanne was different? What if she was the one hed been looking for? On impulse, he broke a longstanding rule. I havent seen your boyfriend around lately, he said.
Panic flashed in her blue eyes. Uh, he
Not that its any of my business. He ducked under the sink, silently cursing himself. He might imagine he knew what was going on with Suzanne, but he could be dead wrong. All he really knew was that the pipe under her bathroom sink had rusted out.
No, that wasnt true, he thought as he applied plumbers tape to the threads of the new pipe. Hed bet a million dollars that she hadnt been the one who walked out of the relationship. And, as his experience taught him, now she was doubting herself, doubting her ability to attract and keep a man. Restoring the confidence of women in that position had become his stock-in-trade recently, and he knew that he did it well.
In spite of the risk, he wanted to help Suzanne, but he couldnt if she didnt want him to. So far shed given no indication that she wanted his sympathy and counsel. He inserted the new pipe and tightened it down. At least Suzannes sink wouldnt leak anymore. As for the rest of her problems, shed have to decide whether she needed his assistance.
Crawling back out from under the sink, he checked to see if she was still standing in the bathroom doorway. She wasnt. Hed scared her off with that remark about Jared. Served him right for jumping the gun.
He turned on the water valve and tested the pipe coupling for leaks. An interesting wordcoupling. He hadnt enjoyed any personal coupling in months, not since the mess with Rachel.
About a year ago hed stumbled onto a cozy pub, a place where hed felt instantly at home. The weekly darts tournament had soon become a cherished ritual for him.
Rachel was one of the regular participants and theyd flirted with each other for months. But they never should have gone to bed together. Deep down hed known that, but he let a couple of beers and her sexy red dress cloud his judgment. Rachel was good-hearted, and she had an amazing body, but she had no intellectual curiosity whatsoever.
Thats when Greg had learned the hard way that if a women didnt stimulate his mind she wouldnt stimulate the rest of him, at least not after the first flush of discovery had passed. Rachel, as forgiving a woman as he could hope to find, didnt seem to hold it against him. The others had obviously taken their cue from her, so he was still welcomed as part of the group. Because his job could be lonely at times, he needed that connection.
While he put away his tools and closed up the toolbox, he thought about the bind hed created for himself. The women who attracted him, like Suzanne, werent likely to want a guy who was content to remain a handyman for the rest of his life. But women like Rachel, who thought his job was perfectly acceptable, werent brainy enough to satisfy him. Hed boxed himself into a corner, and he had no idea what to do about it.
Walking back through Suzannes bedroom, he noticed her suit jacket lying neatly across the end of the four-poster bed. He wondered if that was a subtle signal, and his pulse quickened.
Then he blew out a breath, impatient with himself. Talk about overanalyzing the situation. No doubt shed decided to cook herself some dinner and didnt want to do it wearing a suit jacket.
Still, he couldnt quite dismiss the picture of Suzanne in the bedroom taking off her suit jacket while he was only a few feet away working on the pipe under her bathroom sink. Thinking of Suzanne unfastening buttons and arching her back slightly as she slipped out of the jacket, he experienced a distinct stirring in his groin.
That impulse had required two beers and a slinky red dress in Rachels case. Apparently, in Suzannes case, all he needed was his own fertile imagination and a black suede jacket lying across the end of a bed of roses.
He took another look at the little red devil on her bed. If only Suzanne hadnt asked him his last name, hed be convinced that there was nothing on her mind besides the sink. But she had asked, which made him wonder if the two of them were missing a golden opportunity to get better acquainted.
See you later, buddy, he said to the devil, although chances were he never would.
He found Suzanne in the kitchen stirring a saucepan full of tomato soup. By eliminating the jacket, shed raised the seduction value of her outfit about five hundred percent. The cream-colored blouse had long sleeves with covered buttons down the front and at the cuffs. A silky blouse like that draped a womans breasts like nothing else he knew of. He could make out a hint of lace beneath the material, a kind of subtlety that had always driven him a little crazy.
Moist heat from the stove had steamed up the small window over the sink, which seemed to close them into their own private world. If they were lovers, hed put down his toolbox and walk up behind her to wrap his arms around her waist. Then hed cup her breasts. He swallowed, nearly able to feel the warm silk against his palms. Gradually hed begin unfastening the buttons
He cleared his throat. Youre all set, he said. No leaks.
She glanced up, a wary look in her eyes. Thank you so much.
Had she seemed more relaxed, he might have searched for a reason to stay, but she was as uptight as ever. Ill be taking off, then. He started to leave.
Would you
He turned back. What?
Her cheeks were pinker than the roses decorating her comforter. Would you like some soup?
He hesitated, unsure if the offer was made from courtesy because hed caught her in the act of preparing it, or if she genuinely wanted him to stay.
Its out of a can, she said. Its not homemade or anything. And Im keeping it simple. She nodded toward a cheese board holding a wedge of cheddar and a cheese slicer. Next to that was a basketfull of assorted crackers. Just crackers and cheese to go with it.
That decided the issue. No way would he turn down her soup and make her think he cared whether it was canned or not, or whether he was picky about having a full meal. Thanks. That would be great. He looked around for a place to put his toolbox.
Over there by the pantry is fine.
He set the box down, shoving it out of the way as best he could.
Ive never seen a wooden toolbox like that, she said. Arent they usually made out of metal?
The newer ones are, he said. This one belonged to my dad. He couldnt remember any of the tenants commenting on the box, and he was pleased that she had. The toolbox meant a great deal to him, but to most people, it was only a big wooden carrying case. Can I help with anything?
She shrugged. Not much to do but stir.
The kitchen was small and narrow, with the stove and refrigerator on one side, the sink and cabinets on the other. He wanted to wash his hands before he ate, but if he stood at the sink, hed be crowding her, invading her space. Still, going back into the bathroom to wash his hands seemed sort of ridiculous.
Id like to wash up, if you dont mind.
Sure. She didnt look up from her vigorous stirring of the soup.
The space between was barely big enough for two people. He was careful not to brush against her as he moved in front of the sink. In such proximity he could smell that rose fragrance of hers, and when he leaned over to wash his hands, his hip brushed against her. He imagined he heard a quick intake of breath and wondered if shed felt the same jolt of awareness he had.
Sorry, he said. He tilted his pelvis toward the sink.
Not a problem.
He was a skilled listener, and he heard the tremble in her voice. They didnt build these kitchens with two people in mind. In reality he thought this was the best kind of kitchen for cooking with your lover. He thought large spaces were highly overrated.
Pulling a paper towel from a rack, he noticed that the screws on the rack were loose. Your towel rack needs to be tightened up, he said. Yeah, sure. He was looking for an excuse to keep occupying that space.
Later, maybe. The soups ready. If youll take the crackers and cheese into the living room, Ill bring the soup.
He reached over and picked up the cracker basket and the cheese board before going to stand near the kitchen doorway. Were eating in the living room? On that white sofa? He had a vision of tomato soup all over it.
Its stain-proofed. She turned, reached into the cabinet and took out two large stoneware mugs. When she did that, she grimaced, as if raising her arms hurt her.
Are you okay?
She turned in surprise. Im fine. Why?
You looked as if you were in pain just then.
Oh. Ive been going to the gym with Terri, and my muscles arent pleased about it.
Now he had a new picture to contend withSuzanne in tight workout clothes. I dont think youre supposed to get sore working out. Do you stretch? He wondered why anybody with a body like hers felt the need to go to the gym. No body-sculpting machine would be able to improve on those measurements.
I stretch. She took the pan from the stove and started pouring the soup into the mugs. I get in the hot tub. I take herbal baths when I get home.
Hed bet she did. And now he had a mental image of her doing that. Oh, baby.
She gave him a quick smile. Im just not in very good shape. Itll get better, or at least Terri says it will.
A massage might help. This conversation wasnt a good idea. Now he imagined Suzanne stretched out on a massage table naked, while someone, preferably him, oiled her up. Hed sent away for a tantric-massage video months ago because hed always been curious about the discipline. Hed discovered that the video showed him exactly how to massage a woman to orgasm. Hed never tried it.
Massage might be a good idea. Her color was high, almost as if shed been able to peek into his fevered brain. Im sure the gym has some people on staff who could handle that.
Im sure. He didnt want her to be massaged by some people on staff. He wanted to take care of it, and he wanted to do it now.
She picked up the mugs and glanced at him. Ready?
SOUP. SHED INVITED HIM to have a bowl of from-a-can soup. How domestic and totally idiotic. When shed come up with the plan, it had seemed like a great idea for a cold winter night and something she could prepare in a hurry. But Greg was a big guy, and the skimpy meal shed offered him wouldnt be more than an appetizer for him. An appetizer for what?
Should I move the poinsettia? he asked.
Um, sure. And the magazines, if you dont mind. That stuff can go on the end table.
She waited while he cleared the table and set down the cheese and crackers. He used care with her things, she noticed. Jared would have scooped up everything and dumped it in a pile, knocking leaves off the poinsettia in the process.
Concentrating on the task, she managed to place the mugs on the glass coffee table without spilling a single drop. That was a real feat, because she was still quivering inside from the way hed looked at her back in the kitchen. She couldnt remember ever having a man look at her like that, with such total appreciation. With carnal appreciation, to be precise.
Shed always assumed that kind of heated look would make her feel devalued, like a convenient sex object. But that single look, as if hed enjoy licking every square inch of her, had done more for her self-esteem in two seconds than she could imagine getting in two years at the blasted gym. No, Greg was not like the gym.
But that didnt mean she planned to go to bed with him. Scorching looks were a long way from scorching touches. But you couldnt blame her for wanting to keep Greg around a little bit longer. Maybe she didnt need the full treatment. A few more of those melting looks and shed be good to go, ready to hit the dating scene, her ego repaired.
It felt great to be sexually desired. Fabulous. She surveyed the coffee table to see what they were missing. We need napkins. Ill be right back.
She hurried to the kitchen and started to grab a couple of paper napkins from the holder on the counter. Then she changed her mind, opened a drawer and took out the bright red cloth napkins shed bought because they matched the pillow on her sofa. Shed never found the right time to use them.
When she returned, she found him leafing through one of the magazines hed moved to the end table. Looks like youre interested in decorating.
She sat down, keeping a full cushions distance between them, and handed him a napkin. I like to fool around.
His glance was warm and knowing as he laid the napkin over his knee. I can see that.
Her words echoed in her head and she blushed. With decorating, I mean.
I knew what you meant. He picked up the mug of soup in those capable hands of his. And it shows.
She feared that what was showing was her sexual interest in him. She had to be careful that he didnt get the wrong idea and act on some silent signal she was giving off. She grabbed the slicer and carved off a piece of cheese. Its hard to do much decoration in such a small apartment. She put the cheese on a cracker so that shed look as if she actually cared about eating.
Cradling the mug, he gazed at her. Does that mean you want a big house someday?
A big house, with a big bed, and a man who looked like Greg lying naked in it. I suppose I do. Shed always expected to have a home, and a husband, and a couple of kids. It was the American way.
In between imagining Greg lying naked on a king-size bed, she found herself wondering about his future plans. Maybe hed asked the question because he was saving money to get a place of his own. Do you want a big house eventually? she asked. Then she took a bite of the cracker and cheese she didnt want but had to pretend to enjoy.
A house, maybe. Not a really big one, though. I like intimate, cozy spaces.
She choked on a piece of cracker.
Are you okay?
Nodding frantically, she coughed and took a gulp of her soup. Intimate, cozy spaces. The man had a way with words.
He gazed at her with concern. Youre sure youre okay?
She cleared her throat and blinked the moisture from her eyes. Im sure. Just took a breath when I shouldnt have. So youre hoping to buy a little bungalow, then?
Yeah. More like a cottage. Ill probably always work in the city, but I wouldnt mind having a vacation place in Wisconsin. On a lake would be terrific. And it has to have a fireplace.
Sounds like a nice dream. Nobody would have to talk Greg into snuggling on the sofa on a rainy afternoon or during a weekend trip to a cottage in Wisconsin. Longing shivered through her. She wanted to be cuddled on a sofa. She wanted to be held, stroked, petted. According to Terri, this man knew how to do the job right.
But he was still a virtual stranger, and she didnt go to bed with strangers. You said that toolbox belonged to your dad, she said. Was he a handyman, too?
He looked surprised by the question. Yeah, he was.
So you decided to follow in his footsteps?
Not at first. Not until after He paused and stared down into his soup. Then he glanced up. Not at first, he said again with a smile. You know how it is. Kids never want to do exactly what the parents do.
She was positive hed just made a decision not to tell her something important. Apparently he could talk about his vacation-home plans, but not about his father. He might be willing to take her to bed, but he wasnt willing to tell her his innermost secrets.
Maybe thats how a Casanova had to operate. Confiding secrets bonded people together, and Greg wasnt about that. He was about restoring a womans sexual confidence and moving on.
Suzanne knew she ought to just accept the rules of the game. Instead she began to wonder why Greg had chosen this loner lifestyle, and if he protected himself because someone in his past had hurt him. Do you like the work? she asked.
Yes. Yes, I do. The pays not great, but I get a place to stay and Im pretty much my own boss. I also happen to like these older apartment buildings. I take a lot of satisfaction in keeping the place maintained in top condition.
Im sure. And in his spare time, he did the same for the female tenants, both taking and giving satisfaction. Broken light switch, call Greg. Broken heart, call Greg. But who was this man who rode in on a white horse, saved the day and rode away again? She wanted to know what made Greg Stone tick.
How about you? Greg said. Do you like your job?
Hed smoothly switched the topic of conversation away from him, and she decided to let him get away with it for now. Yes, I like it. He had nicely shaped ears, she thought. Some men enjoyed having a woman run her tongue around the curve of their ear. Others didnt. She wondered which type Greg was.
What exactly do you do? he asked.
His green eyes were mesmerizing. A woman could forget everything if she allowed herself to be caught in that gaze. Im a financial analyst with Apollo Mutual Funds, she said.
He nodded. I thought you did something like that.
Do I look so much like an economics major, then? she asked with a tight smile. Jared used to taunt her about that. You may love playing with stock-market quotes all day, but you dont have to look like you do. Shed finally figured out he wanted someone who looked as if she modeled lingerie for a living.
You do look like an economics major, Greg said with an answering smile. And I think
I know. Dont say it. You think I need to loosen up, dress less conservatively, wear my hair down, stop looking so financial all the time. Shed tolerated that speech from Jared, but she didnt have to hear it from the handyman, especially when the handyman kept himself shrouded in mystery.
He took another sip of tomato soup. I was going to say that I think that looking like a financial analyst is kind of sexy.
Sexy? She glanced down at her cream-colored silk blouse. Hardly. But then it isnt my goal to make a sexual statement when I go into the office.
It may not be. That doesnt mean you dont.
She met his gaze and suddenly didnt want to play anymore. Maybe that sort of flattery works with other women, but Im not taken in, she said quietly. Im well aware of the type of outfit and behavior that men find sexy, and thats not where I shine.
He leaned toward her, his quiet tone matching hers. Pardon me, Ms. Talbot, but obviously you dont know your Wall Street Journal from the National Enquirer if youre going to make a statement like that.
Her cheeks grew warm. Shed expected him to retreat, not counterattack. And she was gradually becoming aware that his vocabulary didnt quite fit her image of an uneducated blue-collar worker. I have some experience in this matter, she said.
Not enough, apparently.
And you do? Theyd danced around enough, and now she wanted to rip away the curtain he was hiding behind. Why dont you tell me what makes you such an authority on the subject of sexual attraction?
He put down his mug. Why and how men and women are sexually drawn to each other is one of my favorite topics. Ive studied it endlessly.
Really? In what way?
His eyes blazed. Im going to choose not to answer that, but I can tell you with absolute certainty that when a woman with a great body wears a conservative little suit, many men find it sexy as hell. Theyre convinced that a temptress is hiding underneath that businesslike exterior, and they consider it a personal challenge to see if they can strew that uptight outfit all around the room, because nine times out of ten theyre right.
She drew back, her heart pounding. But not necessarily. Sometimes theyre wrong.
Sometimes, he said softly.
They would be wrong about me!
He studied her for several long seconds. Would they?
4
SUZANNE GULPED. This encounter was quickly spinning out of control. One voice, probably Terris, told her to let that happen for once in her life. But another voice, probably her own scared-rabbit persona, told her to run for cover.
Greg took the decision away from her by breaking eye contact and clearing his throat. You know what, I really need to be getting back. He stood. Thanks for the soup and conversation.
AnytiI mean, youre welcome. She shouldnt confuse the issue by suggesting that they might get together again. He was too high-octane for her, and once again, shed play it safe and stay away from a potentially explosive situation.
Ill get my tools. He walked toward the kitchen.
She gazed after him and knew she was making the right decision. She didnt belong in bed with a man whose jeans fit like that, a man who walked with such fluid grace, a man who probably made love like an angel. A man who wanted intimacy of one kind but shunned any personal revelations of his own.
Besides, he would be disappointed in her, because she wasnt the temptress he hoped to find under her uptight outfit. He might be too polite to let her know, but she would know, and that was a blow she couldnt endure right now.
He returned carrying his toolbox. If that pipe gives you any more trouble, give me a call.
I will. Thank you.
No problem. He glanced around the room. You really have done a great job with the apartment. Then he left.
Gone. Opportunity had knocked, come inside, fixed her sink, sat beside her on the sofa, fired up her libido and then left. A girl couldnt expect opportunity to hang around forever.
She was glad he was gone, she decided as she picked up the soup mugs and started into the kitchen. Glad, glad, glad. Now she could spend the evening brewing some green tea and balancing her checkbook, listening to some classical music and touching up her manicure.
Boring.
She stood in the middle of the kitchen, a soup mug in each hand, and was struck by the emptiness of the apartment now that Greg was gone. It was a different kind of quiet from the one that had settled in after Jared had left. Jareds departure had meant the absence of his loud voice, a reprieve from rock music at full volume and his need to turn the TV on at the same time, creating a chaos of noise that had driven her to distraction.
If shed expected to feel that same relief when Greg walked out the door, shed been wrong. Greg had brought a turbulence with him, no doubt about that, and she hadnt been totally comfortable with him in the apartment. But maybe comfort was overrated. Greg brought the kind of excitement she craved without even knowing it.
Shed thrown away her chance to build on that excitement, to find out a few things about herself. She wouldnt find out much about Greghed made that obviousand shed allowed his need for privacy to bother her. Maybe she was using his reticence as an excuse to avoid taking a sexual risk herself.
Greg had suggested she didnt have enough experience to know what did and didnt turn men on. He was right. And there was no better place to get that experience than with him.
The thought made her stomach tumble with anxiety, but unless she allowed Greg to come to her rescue and teach her a few things about herself and her relationship with men, she could very well be facing a future in a penthouse with twenty-nine cats. My God, the man even came highly recommended. If he were a stock hed be rated triple A.
When she thought about it that way, she realized Greg was a heck of a lot less risky than some man she might meet at the gym or at a party. Maybe she didnt know him all that well, would never know him all that well, but Terri wouldnt steer her wrong.
Shed learned to respect Terris advice. Terri had helped her through several sticky situations at work, and shed also recommended this apartment building. The gym would be a good thing, too, once Suzannes muscles adjusted. No doubt about it, Terri usually knew what she was talking about.
Suzannes hands began to shake as she realized that she was actually contemplating having an affair with the handyman. But asking him to come back to her apartment and using her sink as an excuse was too lame. Been there, done that. No, if she planned to embark on this course, shed have to be brave for a change. Shed have to initiate the action.
She tried to remember a time shed done that with a man, and couldnt think of a single instance. Like Sleeping Beauty, shed waited passively for a prince to come to her. That strategy had netted her men like Jared. If she wanted to do the choosing for a change, to find someone more suited to her personality, she needed practice in making the first move. She could practice on Greg.
She put the mugs down on the counter when she began quivering so much she was afraid shed drop them. Then she wrapped her arms around her middle and tried to stop shaking long enough to make a decision. When a woman has a great body, hed said. The compliment had been tucked into his outrageous statement about ripping off her clothes, but she hadnt missed it. He wanted her, and that knowledge braced her for taking the big step.
After all, Greg was something that a woman didnt come across very oftenguaranteed to please, and certified not to become a bother later on. He was exactly what she needed for this radical change in her behavior. He was a sure thing.
YOURE SPOILED ROTTEN, Matilda. Greg gave the tortoise-shell cat another piece of chicken from the sandwich hed fixed himself after getting back from Suzannes apartment. And we know whos to blame for that.
The same guy would have been to blame if things had gotten out of hand in Suzannes apartment a little while ago. Her attitude about herself, encouraged no doubt by that idiot Jared, had ticked him off and led him to say more than he should have. A lot more than he should have. Hed never been so aggressive with any woman in this apartment complex.
Thank God shed jumped the way she had when hed made his speech about the lure of tidy little business suits, or there was no telling what he might have done to prove his point. Hed been so close to grabbing her and kissing the daylights out of her that the slightest invitation on her part would have set him off.
But she hadnt issued an invitation. Instead shed acted frightened, which had brought him to his senses.
He sighed. All the women hed counseled in this building had suffered from the same basic problem. Theyd hooked up with a guy whod boosted his own ego at the expense of theirs. By the time the jerk got tired of the game and dumped them, they were convinced they had nothing to offer any man. More than once Greg had wanted to hunt the ex-boyfriends down and beat the tar out of them for the wreckage theyd left behind.
Picturing Suzanne glancing down at herself and announcing that nothing about her was sexy, hed been ready to strangle Jared. Greg had been blessed with the ability to appreciate any woman whether she happened to be thin or plump, plain or attractive. After hed concentrated a little while on them, they began to take on a glow that made each of them beautiful.
But Suzanne took no effort on his part to shine like a newly minted penny. Her beauty had dazzled him from the beginning, and he couldnt believe that she didnt know how gorgeous she was. Her lack of confidence made him impatient to jump in there and do something about it.
Unfortunately, he was likely to jump in a little too deep this time. Much as he might want to help Suzanne, he had to think about himselfboth his job, which he might lose if he wasnt careful, and his heart. The job could be replaced, but if he allowed another woman to stomp all over his heart the way Amelia had, he might not recover.
While he cleaned up his supper dishes, Matilda paced the tiny apartment waiting for him to finish. He took a moment to add water to the metal stand holding his Christmas tree, a slightly larger one than Suzannes. His wasnt decorated yet for the simple reason that he had no decorations. Hed bought the tree on a whim because he loved the smell of evergreen. One of these days hed pick up some ornaments and lights, but for now he had a nice foresty scent in his little basement apartment.
Come to think of it, he was in the mood for some Christmas music. He picked out three holiday CDs from his collection and loaded them into his stereo before falling into his overstuffed reading chair. With a little prrt of pleasure, Matilda jumped to his lap and curled up, purring happily.
He scratched under her chin, using the exact motion she loved. With his free hand, he picked up the book hed left on the table beside the chair. For the past couple of weeks hed been on a Dickens kick.
Reading was very nearly his favorite occupation, but because he was a healthy thirty-one-year-old male, making love to a special woman still ranked first. Tonight, no matter how much he tried to concentrate on the trials of Oliver Twist, he kept thinking of how great it would be to snuggle with Suzanne.
Finally he gave up, put down the book and leaned back, closing his eyes and stroking Matilda while he thought about Suzanne. The top of her head came to his chin, which made her about five-seven, a height he happened to favor. With his eyes shut he could imagine standing close enough to catch the scent of her rose-scented shampoo. How hed love to bury his nose in those wild curls of hers before eventually hooking a finger under her chin and tilting her face to his for a kissan under-the-mistletoe kiss.
She had a wide, generous mouth, and he liked that in a woman. Or maybe he just liked Suzannes mouth, especially when she smiled. In his fantasy she would be smiling, waiting eagerly for that first meeting of lips. Her eyes, which could crackle with blue fire, would be soft and dreamy in anticipation of the pleasure to come.
Taking his time, hed lower his head, watching how her lips parted as he drew near. Because this was his fantasy, he imagined her wanting this kiss more than any shed ever had. Her heart would be beating as fast as his, and her hand would steal around his neck, her fingers warm, her touch reminding him that this kiss was only the beginning.
When his doorbell buzzed, Matilda jumped from his lap and loped into the bedroom. He didnt have many visitors, and she wasnt crazy about socializing with those he did have. He wasnt wild about the interruption, himself. His fantasy of kissing Suzanne had come to the good part.
He wondered what emergency had brought a tenant to his door. Nearly everybody used the telephone to summon him upstairs for whatever repair was needed, an arrangement that was fine with him. This basement apartment was his refuge, and besides, he wasnt supposed to have a pet. The fewer people who knew about Matilda, the better.
Whatever had happened upstairs, he hoped it could wait until morning. Having a handyman on the premises meant that, technically, people could call him twenty-four hours a day, but he still considered the hours between eight at night and six in the morning as his, unless someone had a major flood or wires shooting sparks across the room.
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Издательство: HarperCollins
Дата публикации: 16.04.2024
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О книге: All Suzanne Talbot wants for Christmas is Greg Stone. She′s fantasized about the sexy handyman for months. And she′s recently heard from other women in her building that leaky pipes aren′t all Greg fixes. So she decides to go for it…and quickly learns just how good Greg is with his hands….All Greg Stone wants for Christmas is Suzanne Talbot. Only, Suzanne′s so classy, so sexy, so damn tempting. Why would she want a simple guy like him? But once Suzanne makes the first move, Greg can′t resist her. They come together in explosive, sensual encounters that are as mystical, as magical as the season itself. And now all Greg has to do is convince Suzanne that the nights after Christmas can be even better….