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“You’re welcome. I hope to see you again, and enjoy the event.”
* * *
Bruno was halfway up the steps outside Cherise when Marissa exited.
“Bruno,” she said, looking surprised, but not unpleasantly so.
“Am I too late?”
“I didn’t know you were coming.”
He lifted a hand in greeting to Olivia, who was standing at the door. “All set?”
“All set,” she confirmed with a nod.
She left them alone, and he returned his attention to Marissa. “I didn’t plan to come, but I was nearby and thought I’d pop in and see which dress you chose.”
That wasn’t true, but she didn’t need to know he had made a special trip from across town to see her.
Marissa continued down the stairs until they were standing on the same one. “As you can see, you’re too late. I already picked my dress.”
The playfulness in her voice piqued his interest.
“Are you saying I can’t see it now? I have to wait until next week?”
“That’s exactly what I’m saying.”
“I could ask Olivia to open the door.”
“You could, but I’m asking you not to.”
“I’m deeply wounded.” He placed a hand over his heart.
“That I doubt,” she said with pursed lips and an arched brow.
He chuckled, shaking his head. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re a smart ass?”
“Yes, I’m looking at him.”
“I doubt I’m the only one.”
“There might have been one or two others,” Marissa admitted reluctantly.
“Uh-huh. Can I give you a ride anywhere?”
“No. I brought my car. I’m parked on the next street.”
“Then I’ll walk with you.”
Marissa started down the stairs, and Bruno followed more slowly, hanging back to indulge in the lovely rear view in her figure-hugging slacks. He hadn’t forgotten the pleasure he experienced gripping her round ass cheeks. Last night he’d fantasized about her lying beside him, his hands and lips exploring her body and prompting those husky moans he’d savored in The Wine Cork’s kitchen.
Ay Dios, this woman was quickly turning into an obsession. He was drawn to her, like metal to magnet. No matter how much he fought, he kept sinking deeper and deeper under her spell.
Marissa aimed a look over her shoulder. “Having trouble keeping up?” she asked.
He fell into step beside her. “No. I was just enjoying the view from back there.”
She shot a surprised look at him through her glasses. He needed to dial back his comments, but every time they were together he wanted more. He wanted to tease her, to touch her, to kiss her. To smell the arousal between her thighs again.
