Aphrodite 02 - Aphrodite's Passion by Julie Kenner

Author:Julie Kenner
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2011-07-12T16:41:25+00:00

Ding-ding-dong-dong! Dong-dong-ding-ding!

The annoying doorbell her grandmother had loved so much—an imitation of Big Ben—echoed through the house and Tracy sat bolt upright, guiltily throwing her paperback aside. Smoothing her skirt, she stood up, a little unstable after those two glasses of her favorite Chardonnay. Nibbling on her lower lip, she wondered how wrong it was to fantasize about one man while she waited to go out on a date with another.

Giving up on finding an answer, she rushed out of her room and down the stairs toward the entry hall. Mistress Bettina scampered out from the kitchen, her high-pitched bark echoing through the hall.

“Calm down, girl.” Tracy bent down and grabbed her collar. The little dog quivered with excitement; she pretty much lived for the door chime. Considering that Tracy’s first real date in months stood on the other side of that door, at the moment, Tracy knew exactly how Missy felt.

“Just a sec,” she shouted, then checked her reflection in the antique mirror that hung near the door. Not bad, all things considered. Thanks to the wonders of modern cosmetics and that cooperative salesgirl—not to mention her own American Express card—Tracy had managed a few minor improvements. She’d spruced up her basically boring face. As for her hair, there wasn’t much improvement in that department. Through liberal application of hair-spray, she’d forced a few curls in her cursedly straight locks, but the odds of her new ‘do surviving the night were slim.

Still, at the moment, she looked good. Not stunning. But good.

Hopefully, good was good enough.

Taking a deep breath, she pulled open the door, and there was Leon, his eyes warm and dreamy. “Hi.” She swept her arm back, indicating the entrance hall. “Come on in.”

Without saying a word, he followed her lead, stepping into the open doorway and then onto the marble flooring. He had the celebrity thing down pat: not a hair was out of place, not one single wrinkle marred his clothes.

Even though he looked good enough to eat, Tracy couldn’t say she’d entirely enjoy the meal. Her fantasies about Hale had ruined her appetite. Hale might be less famous than Leon Palmer, but a thread of something purely and totally male added something to him that Leon just couldn’t hope to attain. And right now, Tracy wanted a taste of it.

Leon cleared his throat. Tracy frowned, trying to get her thoughts under control. She was being silly, of course. She might imagine that Hale was standing right next to her, so close she could feel the heat from his body, but in reality, he was probably in some hotel, having drinks with a supermodel.

No, it was Leon—her date—who was standing in front of her looking like a dream. Leon, not Hale. No matter how many fantasies she might be having about that other, absent, man. Talk about your etiquette faux pas. Any minute now, Miss Manners, Emily Post, and Tracy’s grandmother were going to yank Tracy’s membership in the polite young ladies club.

With a frown, Tracy realized Leon still hadn’t said anything.

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