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her breath away.
    "Your replacement key came."  He held up the plastic card, and Elena reached out to take it.  Her hand bumped his as she grasped the other end, but he didn't let go.  "You smell wonderful."
    A sexual spark skittered through her.  "Thank you."  She tugged and the card came free.  It wasn't going to be easy to remain the seducer with Joe.
    A knock sounded on the door, and she glanced at Joe with raised brows. 
    "I took the liberty of ordering some wine."  He got to his feet, pulling a wallet out of his back pocket.  "I thought a nice bottle of Chardonnay might fit into our evening."
    He couldn't have done a better job of reading her mind.  Chardonnay was her favorite.  "Sounds nice."  She set her keycard on a nearby table.
    He grinned and crossed the room to open the door.  A moment later, he returned with a bottle, two glasses and a corkscrew.  "Look tempting?"
    Oh, yes.   She took in his dark hair, his midnight eyes with slanted brows, and his well-tanned chest.  "Very tempting." 
    She waited while he uncorked the bottle, watching the muscles in his arm work as he twisted the corkscrew.  She caught his eye and smiled.
    He returned the smile as he filled her glass, and she wondered how she'd never realized that even the eyes could engage in foreplay.  Sexy.
    She tasted the wine, its rich body smooth on her tongue.  Joe slid this thumb across her bottom lip, capturing the moisture from the wine.  Elena watched, fascinated, as he ran his tongue down his thumb in an erotic gesture.  "Tastes good."
    "Yes," she said a little breathlessly.  She blinked and turned toward the couch.  The man was an artist.  If she didn't watch herself, she'd be completely at his mercy.
    She sank into the plush jungle-green pillows scattered on the sofa, tucking her feet up next to her.  The split in her robe revealed a nice amount of leg, and she didn't bother to fix it.  She sipped from her glass, watching over the rim as he sat next to her.  He poured his drink, setting the bottle on the coffee table in front of them. 
    "To us," she said, lifting her glass.
    "Us?"  He shot her a quizzical look.
    "Yes, us.  Two people old enough to recognize the good things in life, and still young enough to enjoy them." 
    He grinned.  "To us, then."  He clinked her glass and took a large swallow. 
    Elena followed suit, the liquid leaving a rich, buttery feel on her tongue.  "Mmm…that's wonderful."
    He set his glass on the table and patted his lap.  "Give me your feet."
    She widened her eyes.  "Why?"  Was this another ploy to get the upper hand?
    "Foot massage."
    "Seriously?"  She'd struck gold with this man, and at the moment, she was glad he wasn't playing fair.  Especially after wearing three-inch heels all night.
    "Unless you don't want me to."
    She felt like a child on Christmas morning.  "Are you kidding?"  She maneuvered until her feet rested on his lap.  He wrapped his warm hands around one foot and began pushing his thumbs into her arch.  She sighed as she took a sip of wine and leaned against the armrest.  Heaven.  The man knew all about pleasure.  She closed her eyes and indulged.
    He pushed and prodded her feet, and it wasn't long until she felt his bulge against her heel.  Oh, my.  She wiggled her foot a bit, bumping against him.  He paused.  She kept her eyes closed and clamped her tongue between her teeth to keep from smiling. 
    He resumed his ministrations.  Elena waited a moment, and then she nudged him again.  This time he stopped completely.
    She waited longer, but when he didn't move, she peeked between her eyelids and found him watching her.  He raised a brow.
    "What?" she countered, trying to keep her expression innocent.
    "Are you trying to seduce me?"  He echoed her earlier question.
    She finished the wine in her glass. "Me?" 
    This time both brows went up.  "Yes, you."
    "No."  She almost giggled.  "I believe if I were trying to seduce you, I'd do something more