be there too, of course, but she wasn"t going to let that stop
her. Alec"s perception of her had to be permanently altered before he would ever
truly consider sleeping with her and, as always, she was going to charge forward
with a full-court press.
So what’s sexy? Think sexy, Mel.
Blowing out the linen-scented candles, she replaced them with the ones she
and Jace had picked up at a sex shop months before. She brought one of the little
jars to her nose and smiled with satisfaction as she inhaled the rich scent of vanilla
and a touch of sandalwood. What had the clerk said? “ Sandalwood heightens sexual
excitement .” Yep, that would do the trick.
She eyed the vintage, crackled wineglasses with the kitschy charms on the
stems on the coffee table. So boho . Surely they had something sexier than that.
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Martini glasses ! She went to the hutch, pulled down three, and gingerly placed
them in the freezer to chill.
Next? Music.
Typically, they would listen to CDs by whatever new indie band one of them
had discovered. But that wouldn"t do at all for tonight. Squatting next to the stereo,
she ejected the Arctic Monkeys" latest offering, then leafed through their extensive
music collection and plucked The Best of Sade from the mix.
As the smooth strains and silky voice purred seductively from the speakers,
Melody flashed back to the image of Jace and Alec dancing in the studio. Heat
pooled between her thighs as she recalled the intensity of the moment, the raw need
that had pulsed in the room—and her desire to join them.
They"d all acted like nothing had happened, brushing it off. But it was there,
the white elephant in the room. Jace had shot her an exasperated look as he"d called
a halt to the practice session. He clearly felt he"d been making headway with Alec,
and she had effectively cock blocked him. She tried not to focus on why his
annoyance with her had stung so much. They were competing for the same guy, not
trying to share him. That he would want to have some alone time with Alec to work
his magic was to be expected. So why had she felt so left out?
She shook off the unsettling question, then spared a glance at the clock and
ran into her bedroom. Ten minutes to change and throw on some makeup. She
yanked off her tank top and cutoffs, rifling through her closet in a mad rush.
Jace took the stairs leading from the studio two at a time. Usually, he got in a
good hour later than his roommates on Saturday evenings, but tonight he"d made
the conscious decision to put off some of the dance-studio paperwork until Monday.
He wasn"t interested in letting Mel have sixty minutes of uninterrupted time with
Alec if he could help it.
He walked in with a “Honey, I"m ho-ome!” and headed straight for the fridge to
take out the shrimp he"d bought that morning for their meal. He found himself
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dancing a little cha-cha as he seasoned it. The realization that there was music
seeping in from the living room made him stop to actively listen. Ah…Sade. Well
played, Hellz.
By the time Mel"s door opened a few minutes later, dinner was on the grill, and
he was at the counter whisking the salad dressing. “Hey, baby doll, shrimp kabobs
and mandarin salad okay for you? I know you"d rather ha…” He trailed off as she
walked in the room.
“I"ve decided that tonight we"re going classy. We"re going to dress like grown-
ups and have martinis and listen to grown-up music. Now be a good boy and go put
a suit on.”
He heard what she said, but the words didn"t compute. He was too taken aback
by her appearance—and the shocking fact that his cock stood up and took notice—to
really let them sink in.
She wore a thin black cotton dress that hung sensually off one shoulder. It
skimmed her curves lightly, then ended abruptly midthigh. Nude fuck-me pumps
capped off mile-long, tanned legs. Her golden hair was swept up into some kind of
sloppy