time to test their partner’s boundaries. And the shorter version was the perfect arena in which to rack up rapid-fire points, boom-boom.
She liked it. Liked it a lot. A two-fer. Now to figure out how to get two columns out of one idea. Ha! As if Sydney in a million years would go for that idea. It was probably a good thing Macy wasn’t a solo entrepreneur. She’d be forced to fire herself for living by the motto that all work and no play made Macy a dull girl.
The whir of the loft’s elevator motor caught her off guard, and she scurried from Lauren’s corner of the loft. If Lauren and Anton had already gotten into it over the game, Macy wanted to be out of her best friend’s throwing range.
But when the freight car ground to a stop, when the outside gate rattled opened and the inner door followed, Lauren and Anton were the least of Macy’s worries.
Because standing inside the metal cage, one long-fingered hand propped on the wall, the other braced against a lean waist, head lowered, shirt cuffs buttoned, tie snug to his throat, stood one incredibly gorgeous corporate attorney.
Leo Redding looked up, and Macy’s stomach thudded to her feet. A man shouldn’t be able to do to a woman what this one could do with his eyes alone. Gingerly, she retreated.
Boldly, he advanced, bringing into the room not only his uppity attitude, but an air of such style and class Macy itched to lick him, er, to muss him from his GQ hair to his toes shod in rich black Italian leather.
The heavy metal door rolled shut behind him. He pulled the hinged grate to a close along its metal track.
Alone. The two of them. Together on her turf.
The devil jabbed a pitchfork at her shoulder. An angel sang sweetly from the opposite side. It was so hard choosing between naughty and nice.
“Lost your way, I see,” she said.
He shook his head. “Only my ride. I came here with Anton, remember?”
“And he took Lauren with him. Leaving you stranded.”
What a weaselly excuse. She knew what Leo wanted. The cheater. Thinking he could learn her scavenger hunt secrets if he caught her alone, with her guard down and…ten demi-cup, push-up bras hung over her arm.
Oh, good humiliating grief.
“I suppose you need to use the phone to call a cab?”She directed a pointed glance toward the leather cellular case attached to his waist.
Shaking his head, he moved farther into the room, assessing the equipment in the entertainment center, thumbing through the selection of CDs, crossing to the balcony and sliding open the plate-glass door before he answered. “I have a phone.”
“Well, then, I assume you came back for the obvious.”
“The obvious?” He tossed the question absently over his shoulder.
“To get started on your scavenger hunt.” She waited for a denial, but he stepped outside, giving her nothing but a very nice view of his backside, from wide shoulders to long legs and his really great ass in between.
“You’ve got a terrific view from here.”
“You can say that again.” She muttered the comment under her breath and followed. Leaning a shoulder against the wall on one side of the door frame, she kept the heels of both bare feet on the loft’s hardwood floor, dipping only her toes into the balcony’s shark-infested waters.
Leo finally glanced in her direction. “I’m sorry. I didn’t hear what you said.”
“Nothing. Just agreeing. About the view.” A safe enough reply. And true.
The neighborhood itself was newly renovated, which meant ongoing construction, the noise of road work and heavy equipment filling many hours of the day. Part of the price the residents paid for being among the first to support the new downtown.
But the nights were another thing entirely. From her fourth-floor balcony, the view of the city skyline beckoned to Macy like a playground, a theme park, a childhood never-never land waiting to be explored.
She glanced over to catch Leo still staring her way.
He’d turned his back to the railing
She liked it. Liked it a lot. A two-fer. Now to figure out how to get two columns out of one idea. Ha! As if Sydney in a million years would go for that idea. It was probably a good thing Macy wasn’t a solo entrepreneur. She’d be forced to fire herself for living by the motto that all work and no play made Macy a dull girl.
The whir of the loft’s elevator motor caught her off guard, and she scurried from Lauren’s corner of the loft. If Lauren and Anton had already gotten into it over the game, Macy wanted to be out of her best friend’s throwing range.
But when the freight car ground to a stop, when the outside gate rattled opened and the inner door followed, Lauren and Anton were the least of Macy’s worries.
Because standing inside the metal cage, one long-fingered hand propped on the wall, the other braced against a lean waist, head lowered, shirt cuffs buttoned, tie snug to his throat, stood one incredibly gorgeous corporate attorney.
Leo Redding looked up, and Macy’s stomach thudded to her feet. A man shouldn’t be able to do to a woman what this one could do with his eyes alone. Gingerly, she retreated.
Boldly, he advanced, bringing into the room not only his uppity attitude, but an air of such style and class Macy itched to lick him, er, to muss him from his GQ hair to his toes shod in rich black Italian leather.
The heavy metal door rolled shut behind him. He pulled the hinged grate to a close along its metal track.
Alone. The two of them. Together on her turf.
The devil jabbed a pitchfork at her shoulder. An angel sang sweetly from the opposite side. It was so hard choosing between naughty and nice.
“Lost your way, I see,” she said.
He shook his head. “Only my ride. I came here with Anton, remember?”
“And he took Lauren with him. Leaving you stranded.”
What a weaselly excuse. She knew what Leo wanted. The cheater. Thinking he could learn her scavenger hunt secrets if he caught her alone, with her guard down and…ten demi-cup, push-up bras hung over her arm.
Oh, good humiliating grief.
“I suppose you need to use the phone to call a cab?”She directed a pointed glance toward the leather cellular case attached to his waist.
Shaking his head, he moved farther into the room, assessing the equipment in the entertainment center, thumbing through the selection of CDs, crossing to the balcony and sliding open the plate-glass door before he answered. “I have a phone.”
“Well, then, I assume you came back for the obvious.”
“The obvious?” He tossed the question absently over his shoulder.
“To get started on your scavenger hunt.” She waited for a denial, but he stepped outside, giving her nothing but a very nice view of his backside, from wide shoulders to long legs and his really great ass in between.
“You’ve got a terrific view from here.”
“You can say that again.” She muttered the comment under her breath and followed. Leaning a shoulder against the wall on one side of the door frame, she kept the heels of both bare feet on the loft’s hardwood floor, dipping only her toes into the balcony’s shark-infested waters.
Leo finally glanced in her direction. “I’m sorry. I didn’t hear what you said.”
“Nothing. Just agreeing. About the view.” A safe enough reply. And true.
The neighborhood itself was newly renovated, which meant ongoing construction, the noise of road work and heavy equipment filling many hours of the day. Part of the price the residents paid for being among the first to support the new downtown.
But the nights were another thing entirely. From her fourth-floor balcony, the view of the city skyline beckoned to Macy like a playground, a theme park, a childhood never-never land waiting to be explored.
She glanced over to catch Leo still staring her way.
He’d turned his back to the railing
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