The word came to mind as Renée looked at her image in the mirror for the hundredth time. If she were honest with herself, she’d admit that when she’d finally decided to purchase the dress, her mind had strayed to the possibilities that wearing it entailed. Possibilities. That was all she’d thought about for the past few hours. The rules of the game were changing and she didn’t like it one bit. Her plan had been to stay distant as she helped Daniel to deal with the tragedy in his life and start to live again. The rules had definitely changed. She wanted to help him but she wanted him, too. After leaving the office, she found herself unable to focus, so when Cheryl had suggested she needed a new dress for the occasion, she had jumped at the chance to get him out of her mind. It had worked for a while. Her thoughts had remained focused on shopping. Cheryl had been the perfect distraction. But he’d still been there, in the back of her mind, waiting until she was alone to continue weaving his erotic images of carnality.
