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an accountant meet in the Bahamas.
Sounds like a romance novel,” he quipped.
    She laughed and it was a sweet sound that made him smile. He
suddenly wondered what kind of noises she would make as she came. Was she one
of those women who held her breath and didn’t make a sound? Or one of the ones
who screamed loud enough to wake the dead? He didn’t know but he wanted to find
out.
    “It is rather funny. You’re not attached then?” she asked him
as she finished off her wine. He immediately signaled for a server. He wasn’t
ready for her to go yet.
    “Not at all. You?” he asked. She shook her head and he
breathed a small sigh of relief.
    “So tell me, Gwen the accountant, what would be the right
kind of man?”
    He could tell by the look on her face that his question had
surprised her.
    “Wow, talk about putting me on the spot,” she said with a
good-natured smile as she lifted her freshly filled glass.
    He chuckled. Catching a woman off guard was the best way to
get to the truth.
    “I guess I just want someone who lives up to their talk.
I’ve been fooled before and I just want a man to do what he says and not give
me a bunch of lines and promises that in the end are just empty air. I’m tired
of disappointments.”
    Now it was his turn to be surprised. She was definitely not
what he expected. Gwen was upfront about what she wanted and he just didn’t
have the balls to be like her anymore. There might have been a time when he
would have jumped in feet first but those days were long gone.
    But he liked her. She was smart and funny and sexy as hell.
He knew the feeling of disappointment, better than she would ever realize.
    He already knew he wanted to see her again, although now was
not the time to discuss what he had in mind. But there was time.
    They talked for a while longer and Gwen finished the wine he
had gotten her.
    “I think I’ll head back to my room. It was nice to see you
again, Steve.”
    She stood and teetered on her heels. He grabbed her arm and
helped her from the restaurant. He couldn’t help noticing how silky her skin
was under his hand.
    When they got out into the night air she took a deep breath
and his eyes were drawn to her breasts. They looked damn near perfect from
where he was standing.
    “Are you all right?”
    “Yeah, I’m okay. I’m just not used to the heat. It’s a lot
different compared to April in PA,” she said as she took several more deep
breaths. Her color was coming back to her cheeks now and he stopped worrying
that she was going to faint.
    Not that he wouldn’t mind catching her in his arms.
    “Let me walk you to your room.”
    She nodded her agreement and he laid his hand on her lower
back. The skin was warm and smooth and she smiled up at him. He began to think
that she might be worth the risk of jumping feet first again.
     
    Gwen walked with Steve back to her room slowly. When he had
first walked up to her table she had no idea he was the same sexy man who she
had met earlier.
    In the pool his hair had been slicked back off his forehead
and the way his body looked she never would have guessed that he was a history
teacher.
    But when she had seen him this evening he had his hair
combed neatly and wire-rimmed glasses on his face that hid his eyes. His outfit
screamed that he was a respectable and reserved man.
    It wasn’t what she was looking for. This was the type of man
who would make it sound good but then would never be able to live up to his
promises. He probably only liked the missionary position and finished quickly.
    His hand on her back felt good and he rubbed back and forth
every few seconds with his fingers.
    She decided she liked it.
    They got to her door and she turned to face him. “This is
me. Thanks for walking me back.”
    “Of course. Are you feeling all right now?”
    “Yeah, I’m fine. I just stood up too fast is all,” she said
as she stared up at his eyes. He looked as if he wanted to say something more
but he hesitated and put the