f　the　travel…sized　bottle　of　cologne　left

behind　was　any　indication。　There　was　a　shirt…white；　freshly　laundered；

lightly　starched。　There　were　a　tie；　clean　socks；　shorts　〃Oh；　Lord！〃　she

exclaimed　softly。　If　every　stitch　of　the　clothing　he　intended　to　put　on

was　here　on　her　bed；　exactly　what　did　he　plan　to　wear　for　the　trip　from

the　bathroom？

Anticipation　constricted　her　throat；　making　breathing　harder。　The

aftereffects　of　her　jog　had　faded；　this　quickening　was　due　to　desire。

Ross　turned　her　on。　Part　of　her　wanted　nothing　more　than　to　give　herself

to　him。　Give　herself？　She　would　take　as　well；　take　as　she　had　been　too

the　I've　to　do　eleven　years　before。　She　felt　suddenly　greedy；　possessed

with　a　need　to　satisfy　the　gnawing　inside。

〃You're　back！〃

Chloe　whirled　around。

Undaunted　by　her　alarm；　he　grinned。　〃I'd　hoped　to　be　out　of　your　way。〃

He　gestured　in　token　apology　toward　her　bed。　〃Guess　I　misjudged　the

time。〃　He　shot　a　look　at　the　hall。　〃I　helped　myself　to　your　supplies。

That　okay？〃

That　okay？　The　towel　was　draped　around　his　hips　with　as　much　panache…and

as　little　ceremony…as　she　had　earlier　imagined。　It　hung　low　on　his

stomach　and　left　little　to　the　imagination。　She　dragged　her　eyes　upward；

following　a　narrow　line　of　hair　past　his　navel　to　his　waist　and　slowly

higher。

〃Chloe；〃　Ross　began　in　husky　chiding；　〃do　you　have　any　idea　what　it　does

to　a　man　when　a　woman　looks　at　him　that　way？〃

It　too