Her dress was silk, a shimmering blue that caught the fire in her eyes. The cut was plain, a modest neckline with spaghetti straps, the rest caressed her figure all the way down to the toes of her high-heeled sandals. The effect was astounding and it was her curves that did all the work. The seductive swell of breasts, narrow waist and slender flare of hips, and then there were those splendidly long legs. The silk embraced her thighs with every step, teasing his throat dry. Her hair was unadorned and hung straight down her cheeks, the feathered edges reaching just below her breasts. As enticing a picture as she made, there was more. Her smile. Warm and wide and genuine, tipped at the sides with a hint of flirty mischief. The sparkle reflected in her eyes. “Geoffrey,” she called, holding out her arms as she took the last step. Startled, Nicolas spun about to see a well dressed, reasonably attractive blond man come from seemingly nowhere to take her hands in his and drop a kiss on either cheek.
