She was getting tired of going along with her friend’s pursuit of whatever it was she was looking for, and this was the last time she was going anywhere social with her. Social. That was a laugh. This was a place where women, and probably men, too, seeing as there had been some members of the opposite sex in the waiting area, went off with some dominant person and did things. Things that involved sex. There was no familiar social aspect about it, although Elise didn’t have much to compare socialization to. The idea of those sexual things Ross talked about made her panties damp and terrified her at the same time. Ross Lassiter drew her like absolutely no man had done before. The man oozed sex appeal with his tall, really large, muscular frame. She actually felt average sized in his presence, and he had made none of the usual cracks about her height. And he had checked her out with obvious interest and satisfaction, yet without making her feel sleazy. His light-blue eyes had been mesmerizing in his sun-darkened face.
