The Cinderella Obsession by Amber Carew & Opal Carew

Author:Amber Carew & Opal Carew [Carew, Amber]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Opal Carew
Published: 2011-08-22T21:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

The next two days went by far too slowly for Vanessa. Nick behaved as a perfect gentleman while at work, giving her space, probably afraid of scaring her off. Twice she stood outside his door, on the verge of going inside and calling off the date, but courage--or sanity--failed her. On Friday afternoon at three o’clock, Nick declared the rest of the day a holiday, insisting she leave and do whatever she needed to get ready for their big night.

"Not that I think you need a lot of time to make yourself beautiful," he teased, his eyes twinkling, "but I’d like to think you want to fuss a little for me."

Once at home, she did fuss, taking a long, luxurious bath in an herbal scented tub. Relaxing with a novel in her hand--one of her favorite romance-fantasies by well-known author Tricia Wallen--she sank into the sensuality of the experience, warm, luxurious water and passionate words.

By seven o’clock she sat waiting for Nick, dressed, made-up, and ready for a romantic evening. He arrived right on time and when she opened the door, he whistled a long wolf-whistle. She twirled around in front of him.

"Do you like it? A very nice man bought it for me."

"Oh, really. I’d be jealous if I didn’t know him so well."

He stroked her bare shoulders gently and nuzzled her neck. She wanted to melt against him, feeling again the warmth of the bath and the heat of the passionate fictional lovers she’d read about. He nibbled her ear lobe and she did melt.

"Oh, Nick, don’t do that. If you keep doing that…."

He nibbled again and she felt his cheek tighten in a smile against her own.

"I … I …" Her voice dropped an octave. "… can’t be held responsible."

"Oh. I like the sound of that."

He set her on her feet and she realized she’d been clinging to his lapels. She smoothed the wrinkles from the soft wool as she drew in deep, slow breaths, trying to get her lungs to function properly again.

"Don’t worry about it," he murmured, brushing his lips against her forehead, his warm breath lifting the fine hairs at her temple.

She felt the rippling effect clear down to her toes.

"You know, you do look absolutely wonderful."

"Thank you, sir." She curtsied as deeply as she could manage in the fitted dress. "So do you."

And he did. She gave him the once over, dragging her gaze up and down, noting the splendid cut of the black tuxedo, the knife-sharp pleats striping his white shirt. He’d even chosen a cummerbund and bow tie in a green to match her dress.

He cleared his throat, obviously affected by her exaggerated appraisal. "Thank you. And if you want to actually go to the party, you’d better stop doing that."

Her gaze flickered to his and she grinned. "If you insist." She walked over to the coffee table to pick up the green velvet evening bag that had been delivered with the dress.

"By the way, I’ve got something to complete your ensemble.

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