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. .” The sentence died as he stared at her.
    “Now you think she’s stunning.”
    “Exactly.”
    “I think you’re right.”
    “Wonder where she’s going?”
    “You haven’t checked your packet? The opera is tonight.”
    Both men watched—as did everyone in the lobby—as Jacqueline came toward them.
    “Good evening, gentlemen,” she said as Randall and James stood to acknowledge her presence.
    “Good evening, Jacqueline,” James said, reaching out for a handshake and smiling broadly when it was accepted.
    “You look incredible,” Randall said, his hand stuck out as well.
    And when she pushed it away and went in for a heartfelt hug that melded her body to his . . . he didn’t complain.

CHAPTER 7
    J acqueline sat next to Randall, admiring the beauty of the Walt Disney Concert Hall. “This place is amazing,” she whispered, reverently looking around the brilliantly constructed room. “Beautiful is too small a word to describe it.”
    “It pales in comparison to you.”
    Randall squeezed her hand, and Jacqueline felt butterflies. He looked so handsome in his black tuxedo with stark white shirt. All eyes had been on them as they’d walked from the lobby into the auditorium, the crystals on her white dress catching the light and bathing them in a subtle glow. From the moment the dresses had arrived at her room, she’d felt like Cinderella on her way to the ball. Now here she sat, with her prince, listening to the LA Philharmonic and LA Opera perform Mozart’s Così fan tutte . From the time she’d slipped on the dress to find that it fit perfectly, she’d stopped trying to talk herself out of her growing feelings for Randall. She knew it was foolish, something once started would probably not last, but she couldn’t help it. He was wonderful, thoughtful, perfect. He paid attention to detail. How else could he have known her dress and shoe sizes? He was intelligent and engaging but still down-to-earth and humble. And the most amazing part? He was obviously interested in her! Why else would he invite her to share this evening, when any number of colleagues, especially the female ones, would have been more than delighted to be his guest?
    Is it my imagination or did Randall just brush his leg against mine? So far, aside from adoring looks and desire-filled eyes, he’d been the perfect gentleman. Now that Jacqueline was allowing truthful thought to reign, she’d admit that images of Randall not being so gentlemanly had flitted through her mind. Thoughts of how it would feel to be hugged, kissed, loved by this man. Thoughts of how his body, hard and naked, would feel against hers. Thoughts of how much she wanted to find out the answers to the questions now plagued her, along with a desire so strong it ached.
    Yes, he’d definitely moved his leg. She pressed hers back against it. He looked over, his eyes questioning, searching. She hoped the desire in her eyes matched what she now saw. They both looked to the stage, but the air around them had shifted. It had become intense, expectant. What would come next? After the orchestra performed their encore, would Randall and Jacqueline perform one of their own?
    After two hours of exceptional music, the performance ended. The patrons filed out to town cars, luxury vehicles, and limousines. Jacqueline got into the stretch limousine that awaited their arrival and scooted over so that Randall could enter as well. No sooner had he got in the car than he turned to her.
    “Jacqueline . . .” His eyes were fastened on her lips.
    “Yes . . .” Her lips were parted slightly, wet from a nervous lick. Her eyes were bright yet hooded, anticipating what was to come.
    “I’m very attracted to you,” he said.
    “Me too.”
    He ran a tentative finger over her lips. “You’re so beautiful.”
    Jacqueline said nothing, just kept peering into his eyes.
    “I want to kiss you.”
    “Then do. Please.” She closed her eyes, waited for the moment, felt his breath against