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“Yes?”
“What time will you be back?”
“I have no idea. But I will call, no matter how late I am. The time difference is very confusing.”
“I will be waiting to hear from you.”
“Tell me about the food. What did you eat?” She asked brightly, determined to dispel the heavy tension the conversation was causing.
“Food?”
“Yes. What did you have for supper?”
“You want to know about the menu.”
“Are you going to answer the question?”
She laughed when he sighed deeply. “I know what you are doing.”
“What is that?”
“Trying to change the subject.”
“I always knew you were a smart guy. Now talk.”
*****
“Have I told you how incredibly sexy you look tonight?” Justin whispered in her ear.
“Twice. If I didn’t know better, I would think you are buttering me up for something.”
“I just love that – what is it you are almost wearing anyway?” His eyes wandered over her voluptuous curves shown to advantage in a risqué black velvet that was a cross between a shirt and a dress and barely covered her generous thighs. Knee-high bootscompleted the ensemble. Her hair was loose and had been brushed to a high sheen.
Large gold hoops were at her lobes, with colored stones dotting the other piercings. She looked exotic and smoking hot, putting the svelte and colorless models to shame. Even Teresa with her slender curves draped in emerald, green could not hold a candle to her.
Justin had seen the appreciative looks from the men as soon as they stepped into the large and opulently decorated ballroom of the Palladium hotel where the fashion show was being held.
“It’s a shirtwaister above the ordinary.”
“It is very sexy and suggestive. I also see someone coming over.” He nodded towards the very distinguished looking gentleman approaching them. “I believe you know Byron Davidson.”
“Owner of several very tasteful magazines.” She accepted the champagne he handed her. Teresa was circulating the room with her lawyer boyfriend in tow.
“Recently divorced and completely available.”
“I am seeing someone.”
“’Seeing’ is stretching it a bit. You just talk to the guy on the phone. This is someone you are seeing face to face.”
“You were the one who paid for the app.”
“I did and now I am regretting it.” He gave Byron a charming smile before melting away.
“I hope I was not interrupting,” Byron held out a hand for hers.
“No.” She shook her head. “Justin was just leaving.”
He spoke his name and told her he already knew hers. “Your designs have been featured very prominently in several of my magazines.” He nodded to the waiter who came forward with champagne. “I am an admirer.”