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grin, dimples creasing his cheeks.  "Busted."
    She couldn't help but laugh.  "I'd say.  What were you thinking, getting me so hot and bothered when you knew he was on his way?"
    He shrugged.  "I never got past hot and bothered to consider him.  I was only thinking about touching you."
    She shivered.  "Who would have guessed?"  She laughed softly.  She imagined her eyes mirrored his.  They both wanted each other.  That was a fact, and one she would enjoy.
    Only one problem.  This night was something she wanted to savor.  If they didn't slow down, it would be over in a heartbeat. 
    She slid off his shirt, watching him watch her.  He visibly swallowed.  She dropped the soft cotton on the edge of the couch, a tremble coursing through her as his gaze devoured her bare skin.  "I'm going to remove these wet things, if you don't mind."
    He shook his head, not speaking.  It seemed showing a little skin had allowed her to reclaim the advantage in their game of seduction.  Another point for her.  She smiled.  "I'll only be a moment."

*      *      *
    Joe watched Elena saunter across the carpet toward her bedroom, her finely-curved ass showing through the thin layer of wet fabric.  The glimpse of white lace thong revived the erection Mr. Gelinas had tempered, and Joe was beyond tempted to follow her.  To take her and tousle her properly on the bed.
    But, no.  He'd wait.  It was obvious she had something in mind.  He'd been watching people for too long, not to recognize the signs of seduction.  God knows, he'd used them a time or two.
    She wanted to seduce him?  Fine, he thought as he stretched out on the couch, but he wasn't going to be easy.  No, he'd make her work for it and enjoy every minute of it.

CHAPTER THREE

 
    Alone in her bedroom, Elena shivered with excitement.  She was about to have her first one-night stand.  Her mother would be shocked.  Her daughter would be shocked.  Hell, she was a little shocked herself…but would she change a thing?
    No.
    She peeled off her wet clothes and glanced in the bathroom mirror, surveying the damage time had wrought on her body.  Could be worse.  Joe seemed more than happy with the way she looked.  She ran the backs of her fingers down a breast, a tingle rushing through her as she imagined his hands on her.  Oh, god.  She must be crazy.
    She headed back into the bedroom, toward her lingerie drawer.  During her marriage, Richard had always insisted on being the one to instigate sex between them.  She'd never needed to seduce.  In fact, the few times she'd tried, he'd made it very clear that he'd set the limits.  Being young and naïve, she'd gone along with it.
    But now?  Oh .  The pleasure of power sizzled inside her.  Now, it was her turn to make the conquest.  Her turn to set the pace.  Her turn to set Joe on fire.
    She lifted her just-in-case-she-met-someone bra and panties out of the drawer.  The black lace set had cost her a small fortune, something she'd had considerably less of since her divorce.  But she'd fallen in love with the sexy ensemble upon sight, and Mercedes had insisted they would give Elena some inner confidence.  Besides, the push-up bra did wonders for her thirty-something breasts. 
    She slipped them on, enjoying the feel of lace against her sensitized body.  Soon.  The word echoed in her mind as she hurried to touch up her makeup and spritz on a bit of perfume.  Soon, she'd be in Joe's arms.  She smiled and shrugged into the white fuzzy hotel robe, not quite daring to walk out so bare.
    Elena cracked open her bedroom door and caught the sounds of soft Spanish guitars wafting from the entertainment system.  Joe must have turned it on.  The music called to her and with her heart pounding, she stepped forward out of her room.
    He was there.  Relaxed on her couch, still shirtless, and looking like a delectable sin.  His gaze connected with hers, and he smiled, a self-assured, promising smile that took