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designated seven o’clock. But traffic was too light that evening and the taxi was pulling up at the door to Ricardo’s immediately on time.
     
    Amazingly, Marco stepped out of the restaurant and paid the cab driver for her. As the restaurant’s doorman opened her door, she took a moment to steady herself, and observe Marco in his elegant black suit with a snowy white shirt and red silk tie. He looked amazing, she thought and couldn’t have chosen a suit to fit him any better than what he was wearing. Interestingly, the cut of the suit actually diminished the breadth of his shoulders but the white of his shirt showed off his dark, tanned skin.
     
    As he turned, his eyes took in her black trench coat and black shoes, all he could see at the moment. With a slight smile on his handsome face, he walked up to her, looking down into her rebellious eyes. “From the color of your shoes, I’m guessing you’re not wearing that gorgeous dress, are you?”
     
    “No. I chose something that I like though.”
     
    He chuckled, the deep sound making her skin tingle and her heart rate pick up slightly. “I’m guessing I’ll like it just as much,” he said and signaled to the doorman. Putting a hand on her elbow, he led her through the doors. His hands rested on her shoulders as she nervously opened the belt of her trench coat.
     
    Zoe knew a moment’s trepidation as she realized what she’d done. This dress was soft and comfortable, making her feel very feminine and powerful. But she’d made a strategic error in wearing it to dinner with Marco. The dress accentuated her breasts and tiny waist, hiding nothing from his knowing eyes while the V of the dress revealed the sides of each of her breasts. As he stood behind her, waiting for her to release the belt so he could hand the coat to the hostess, she shivered, knowing that he was in a great position to understand the perfect cut of the dress.
     
    There was nothing to do but release the coat. It was too late to rush back to her loft and change into something more demure, she told herself.
     
    With shaking fingers, she untied the belt, then shrugged the coat off, trying to turn away so he didn’t have a direct view of her dress.
     
    She should have known better though. Marco had always been too smart and too knowledgeable and as soon as the coat came off, his gaze rested on her breasts. Handing the coat to the hostess without taking his gaze away from the green dress, he nodded. “I bow to your superior knowledge of fashion.”
     
    Thankfully, the hostess announced that their table was ready and led them out of the smaller area of the coat check lobby. Zoe moved quickly to follow the hostess, putting as much distance between Marco and herself as possible.
     
    Their table was in the back of the restaurant where they would have privacy for their discussion. Marco moved to hold out her chair and Zoe nervously took the seat. As he sat down across from her, he ordered a bottle of wine, a name she’d never heard of but was sure probably cost more than one of her dresses.
     
    When they were alone again, Zoe nervously studied the menu, praying that something would happen to ease the tension. Couldn’t some kitchen calamity occur that would distract the whole restaurant? Maybe a waiter could drop a meal on someone’s head?
     
    No such luck, she sighed and glanced up, not sure what was on the menu even though she’d been looking at it for the past five minutes.
     
    As soon as she looked up, she saw that Marco had been waiting for just that to happen. He’d simply been sitting across from her, waiting patiently, a slight smile on his lips as he watched her across the linen covered table. “You look beautiful,” was all he said initially.
     
    For some reason, his gaze and his husky words made her stomach flip flop, and a blush crept up her neck and cheeks. She hoped that the dark, candle lit restaurant would cover that reaction, but his soft chuckle told her otherwise.