As soon as the thought entered her mind she heard the purr of an engine as his car pulled into her driveway. Talk about perfect timing. She dashed back into her bedroom, patted her hair, dabbed a little perfume on her wrist, then ran back to the door to meet him. When she opened she was perfectly calm with a relaxed smile on her face. He would never guess that inside her heart was pounding like a dozen African drums in anticipation of what lay ahead. When he got to the door he swept her up into his arms and planted a kiss on her mouth as she laughed in surprise. “You look beautiful,” he said, “as always.” “Why, thank you, sir,” she said as he released her and she gave a little curtsy, holding the skirt of her dress wide. It was a ruby-red dress, perfect for dancing, with a flared skirt that revealed quite a bit of thigh. And she had the shoes to match. Wickedly high heels, of course. Even though they weren’t going anywhere farther than her house tonight Tessa wanted to make a lasting impression. And from the look in Wolf’s eyes, she had.
