dinner companions were in the Victoria’s Secret TV fashion show and on the covers of swimsuit issues.”
“You’re not going to let that go, are you?”
“Nope. Need something to hold over your head. And not the one you used to think with.”
“Very funny.” He walked her to the elevator, put his hands on her shoulders and turned her so she was facing him. “Lexi, I really enjoyed tonight.”
“Me too.”
“I’m not sure I’ve ever been out on a date and just talked to a woman for five hours.”
“So when you were out with a garden-variety supermodel you talked for two minutes and then—”
“Sorry, that didn’t come out right. Just another example of me being a total mess off the field. I meant I really enjoyed talking with a woman as smart and funny as you.”
“Ah, so you’re only interested in my mind.”
“Oh, I’m definitely interested in the rest of you too, but your mind is certainly intriguing. So, can I see you again?”
She tapped her chin with one finger and looked to the side. “Hmmm… I think you’ve behaved well enough to merit a second date.”
“Have I behaved well enough to merit a goodnight kiss?”
She moved closer to him. Lexi craned her neck to look up at the man who towered over her. “Sure, if you’ve got a stepladder handy.”
“When you’re six-five, you don’t need one. But I can fix the problem.” He reached down, placed his hands on her sides and effortlessly lifted her up so that she was at eye level with him. She took his head in her hands and gave him a soft kiss. Their lips parted and she locked eyes with him, getting a look that went right into her soul. The kiss from an incredibly attractive man, along with too much champagne and a subconscious desire to get even with Dave, all dropped her inhibitions down to near zero. She slid her arms around his neck and their lips met again as she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist. His hands slid under her hips, supporting her as she kissed him with a hunger she’d never known with anyone else.
Ten minutes later she stopped, rested her head on his shoulder as she ran her hands across his back, savoring the feel of the massive, rock-hard muscles under his shirt. “Damn.”
“Yeah. So much for the look but don’t touch body language.”
I was referring to the fact that your muscles have muscles, but whatever. She leaned back and smiled at him. “I told you I was just getting comfortable.”
“You comfortable now?”
“Very. But you need your sleep and I’ve gotta work tomorrow too.”
“And if you stay here any longer I’m not going to get any sleep at all.” She tried not to blush but her freckles caught fire. He set her back down and pressed the button on the elevator. “Next Tuesday, then?”
“To be continued.” The elevator door opened and she backed into it, not breaking eye contact.
And as soon as the door closed, she knew she’d gone too far.
“Well, if it isn’t the unidentified stunning redhead.”
Lexi studied Chandler’s face. “What the hell are you talking about?”
He handed her the day’s edition of the New York Post, open to the gossip section known as Page Six. Her eyes went wide as she saw the photo of herself with Jake Frost getting into the limo. “Holy shit!” Then a smile slowly grew. “Hmmm…. they actually called me stunning.”
“My sentiments exactly.”
“The holy shit part or the fact that you’re surprised they called me stunning?”
“I’m not at all surprised at your description in the publication, as you have, since the day I met you, consistently underestimated your appeal to those of the male persuasion. As for the expletive involving excrement, since when are you being escorted about town by a professional athlete? Were you unable to log on to Ashley Madison’s website?”
“Oh, stop it. I don’t need to visit an affair website. I met him at the Jets’ news conference the other day. He asked me out and seemed like a good guy.” She pulled off her sunglasses. “Damn, it’s bright in here.”
Chandler moved closer to get a good look at her bloodshot eyes. “Ah, revenge of the grape.”
“Don’t remind me. But do remind me not to drink champagne on a weeknight when I have to go to work the next day. I feel like someone’s hitting a Chinese gong in my head. I think I’ll just work on those press releases all day.”
“Perhaps not. Mister Caruso called again with yet another emergency request for your help with one of his clients.”
“When did he call?”
“Five minutes ago.” He handed her a message slip.
“Okay, let me see what he needs. This could be a very lucrative client. And he seems like a really good guy.”
“You met him?”
“No, we talked on the phone forever the other night. Really had a connection.”
“Speaking of connections, what’s the story with the aforementioned professional athlete?”
“Yeah, we had a connection as well, but I’m regretting it this morning.”
“Since you’re wearing a different outfit than yesterday, I assumed you were not doing the proverbial walk of shame.”
“Hey, what kind of a girl do you think I am? No, I meant that since I’m on the rebound I should be taking things slow and they got a bit out of hand last night. But not that far out of hand. Champagne on a first date is a bad idea for me. Anyway, let me get back to Kyle and see what he’s got for me.”
“Meanwhile, I’ll work up a dossier on the weekend gladiator.”
“He’s a football player, not a guy fighting lions in the Coliseum.”
“Similar occupation, different era. Regardless, I wish you to know who you might be getting into bed with. Literally and/or figuratively.”
“You don’t have to do that—”
“I should have done it with your last paramour.”
“Point taken, Chandler. Knock yourself out. Dig up as much dirt as you can find. Hopefully you won’t discover anything, but better safe than sorry.”
She headed into her office, pulled her cell from her purse and dialed Kyle’s number. He picked up on the
