Love Letters Volume 5: Exposed by Ginny Glass Christina Thacher Emily Cale Maggie Wells

Author:Ginny Glass, Christina Thacher, Emily Cale, Maggie Wells
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, azw3
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2013-03-24T16:00:00+00:00

T Is for Tango

By Christina Thacher

Sonia had lovely legs.

Adam noticed them when she first came to temp for his fledgling ad agency, but he didn’t like to look too closely or for too long.

Dave, his partner in A+D, chided him for his reticence. “Hey, I’m the one who’s married with kids. I’m not allowed to look. You’re single. You get to appreciate the temp’s legs. And ass. And boobs.”

“And a sexual harassment lawsuit?”

“Nah, man, you have that all wrong. Women like to be appreciated. You gotta be subtle, though. You look, but not too much. You never touch. And you don’t leer.”

“What’s ‘leering’ in this context?”

“If your tongue is hanging out or there’s drool, you’re leering.” Dave waggled his eyebrows.

Adam laughed. “You’re disgusting.”

“No. Just married.”

Dave had left early that afternoon. Adam was alone with Sonia, and he was aware of her legs. This time, though, he had an excuse. She was at her desk in the middle of the converted loft in Portland, Maine, bent at the waist, straightening the seams on her sheer black stockings.

Her desk was in the large inner room of their agency. Dave’s and his offices overlooked the street, so they had windows. To light the inner room and banish that cave-like feeling, the walls between the offices and Sonia’s desk were glass.

He could see everything she was doing to her stockings. Seamed stockings he was pretty sure she hadn’t been wearing when she came in that morning.

Wait, hadn’t she been wearing trousers? Which made sense for January. Only now she had on a flouncy black skirt, a long-sleeved wrap-around top that tied at the waist and plunged at the neckline, and strappy shoes. Plus the sexy stockings.

Adam wanted to play it cool, have some papers in his hand when he walked over to her desk so he could casually say, “Going out?” Trouble was, he knew cool was a stretch for him. And Sonia, with her amazing auburn hair now coiled at the nape of her neck, and her rich cream skin—well, she was über-cool.

He tried to focus on something else. The poster for their successful campaign for Cumberland Breweries, maybe, or the blow-up of Casco Consulting’s print ad. Instead, he watched her get ready to leave. By the time she put her coat on, he was back at his desk, head bent over some ad copy. He heard the studded metal door slide open, then slam closed. He wondered where she was going—at night, in sheer black seamed stockings. Probably a date. With some lucky guy. Some lucky cool guy.

A week later, the same thing happened. It was Thursday, which was Dave’s night to be home early to watch the kids while his wife, Edie, went out with “the girls.”

“They say it’s a book club,” Dave scoffed, “but from the amount of white wine they consume, I’m guessing they just trash the husbands who make it possible for them to get together.”

Sometimes Adam worried about the state of Dave’s marriage.

A little after five, Sonia stuck her head in Adam’s office.

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