Diana Palmer Big Spur,Texas 02 Passion Flower

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different. Tears welled up in her eyes. If only.
Chapter Eleven
Jennifer wished for the tenth time that she'd refused Everett's invitation to the exclusive party in
Victoria. It seemed that every single, beautiful woman in the world had decided to converge on the
spot just to cast her eyes at Everett.
He did look good, Jennifer had to admit. There just wasn't anybody around who came close to
matching him. Dressed in an elegant dinner jacket, he looked dark and deb-onair and very
sophisticated. Not to mention sexy. The way the jacket and slacks fit, every muscle in that big body
was emphasized in the most masculine way. It was anguish just to look at him; it was even worse to
remember how it was to be held and touched by him. Jennifer felt her body tingle from head to toe
and the memory of the day before, of his hands smoothing over her body, his voice husky and deep in
her ear. And now there he stood making eyes at a gorgeous brunette.
She turned away and tossed down the entire contents of her brandy glass. If she hadn't been so tired
from overworking herself, the brandy might not have been as potent. But it was her second glass and,
despite the filling buffet, she was feeling the alcohol to a frightening degree. She kept tel ing herself
that she didn't look bad herself, with her blond hair hanging long and loose around the shoulders of
her low-cut clinging black dress. She was popular enough. So why didn't Everett dance one dance
with her?
By the time she was danced around the room a couple of times by left-footed oil-men and dashing
middle-aged married men, she felt like leaping over the balcony. How odd that at any party there
were never any handsome, available bachelors.
"Sorry to cut in, but I have to take Jenny home," Everett said suddenly, cutting out a balding man in his
fifties who was going over
and over the latest political crisis with maddening intricacy.
Jennifer almost threw herself on Everett in gratitude. She mumbled something polite and completely
untrue to the stranger, smiled, and stumbled into Everett's arms.
"Careful, honey, or we'll both wind up on the floor." He laughed softly. "Are you all right?"
"I'm just fine." She sighed, snuggling close. Her arms slid around him. "Everett, can I go to sleep
now?"
He frowned and pulled her head up. "How much have you had to drink?"
"I lost count." She grinned. Her eyes searched his face Wearily. "Gosh, Rett, you're so sexy."
A red stain highlighted his cheekbones. "You're drunk, all right. Come on."
"Where are we going?" she protested. "I want to dance."
"We'll dance in the car."
She frowned. "We can't stand up in there," she said reasonably.
He held her hand, tugging her along. They said good night to a couple she vaguely recognized as their
hosts; then he got their coats
from the maid and hustled her out into the night.
"Cold out here," she muttered. She nudged herself under his arm and pressed against his side with a
sigh. "Better."
"For whom?" he ground out. His chest rose and fel heavily. "I wish I'd let Ted drive us."
"Why?" she murmured, giggling. "Are you afraid to be alone with me? You can trust me, honey," she
said, nudging him. "I wouldn't seduce you, honest."
A couple passed them going down the steps, and the elderly woman gave Jennifer a curious look.
"He's afraid of me," Jennifer whispered. "He isn't on the pill, you see..."
" Jenny!" he growled, jerking her close.
"Not here, Rett!" she exclaimed. "My goodness, talk about impatience...!"
He was muttering something about a gag as he half-led, half-dragged her to the car.
"You old stick-in-the-mud, you." She laughed after he'd put her inside and climbed in next to her.
"Did I embarrass you?"
He only glanced at her as he started the Lincoln. "You're going to hate yourself in the morning when I
remind you what you've been saying. And I will," he promised darkly. "Ten times a day."
"You look gorgeous when you're mad," she observed. She moved across the seat and nuzzled close
again. "I'll sleep with you tonight, if you like," she said gaily.
He stiffened and muttered something under his breath.
"Well, you've been trying to get me into bed with you, haven't you?" she asked.
"Propositioning me that last day at the ranch, and then coming after me, and making all sorts of
improper remarks... so now I agree, and what do you do? You get al red in the face and start cussing.
Just like a man. The minute you catch a girl, you're already in pursuit of someone else, like that
brunette you were dancing with," she added, glaring up at him. "Well, just don't expect that what you
see is what you get, because I was in the ladies' room with her, and it's padded! I saw!"
He was wavering between anger and laughter. Laughter won. He started, and couldn't seem to stop.
"You won't think it's very funny if you take her out," she kept on, digging her own grave. Everything
was fuzzy and pink and very pleasant. She felt so relaxed! "She's even smaller than I am," she
muttered. "And her legs are just awful. She pulled up her skirt to fix her stockings... she hardly has
any legs, they're so skinny!"
"Meow," he taunted.
She tossed back her long hair, and leaned her head back against the seat. Her coat had come open,
revealing the deep neckline of the black dress. "Why won't you make love to me?"
' 'Because if I did, you'd scream your head off," he said reasonably. "Here, put your tired little head
on my shoulder and close your eyes. You're soaked, honey."
She blinked. "I am not. It isn't raining." [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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