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her. "You’re something special, Jessica Parks," he whispered.
    Jess ’s eyes went to his soft lips which were barely inches from her own. His breath tickled her cheek as he exhaled. She couldn’t fight it anymore. She closed her eyes and raised her face toward his.
    "Well, goodnight," he said giving her a sma ll kiss on the cheek.
    Her eyes flew open and she pulled back, mortified. "Right, goodnight," she mumbled, her face flushing hot and red.. She hurried into her room and closed the door quickly behind her, then she leaned against it, cringing in humiliation.
    She couldn't believe what just happened.
    Here, the entire night she'd thought Zach was as attracted to her as she was to him--but she’d obviously misread him. Zach had wanted only a dinner companion. Nothing more.
    She sat on t he edge of her bed replaying it over and over in her head. The almost-kiss. How she'd flirtatiously placed her hand in his as they walked. He must have thought she was a complete idiot. What was she thinking?
    "A special lady," he'd called her. Wasn't that something you’d call your great-aunt? Special. Not sexy. Not exciting. Special. He might as well have said she had a ‘great personality.’
    Jess walked to the mirror and studied her reflection, trying to see herself the way Zach had. A few small crinkles a round her eyes that appeared when she smiled. A hint of a laugh line at the corner of her mouth. Could this be what he'd reacted to? Of course. He, like every other man in America, probably wanted some twenty year old babe.
    She stepped back, taking in the rest of her body. Granted, her body wasn't gym-perfect, but she still had what would be considered a good figure.
    It was simple. Men might ask her out to dinner, might enjoy talking and socializing with her. But when it came to more, she had to be honest w ith herself, she didn’t inspire passion. She just didn’t have it.
    Sighing, she opened her suitcase and looked inside the zippered pocket for her sleep shirt when her hand brushed against the silk teddy that Maddy had given her. Almost angrily, she stripped off her clothes and stepped into the tiny negligee. Then she walked over and looked at her reflection in the mirror.
    Leave it to Maddy, it was a perfect fit. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. The delicate see-through lace highlighted her long limbs, her cur vaceous breasts, the soft milkiness of her skin. She closed her eyes and ran her hands over her curves imagining it was Zach touching her. She let out a soft moan, then reluctantly opened her eyes.
    It was ridiculous. She would go to bed right now and forge t the man down the hall. She’d sleep if off and by morning she'd be back to herself. Her sweet safe self. Her dull, old self. Her special self . No wonder Lars cheated on her—she wasn’t exciting enough to keep a man’s interest.
    Jess took a final glance at h erself in the mirror then strode resolutely out the door and down the hall.
    She couldn't believe she was doing this, but she wouldn't give herself time to think about it either.
    She knocked lightly on Zach's door.
    He answered the door, shirtless, in his white boxer shorts.
    “ Are you okay?" he asked, looking at her with sleepy concern.
    "I...I'm okay" Jess said hesitantly. "I don't really know what I'm doing here." She looked down, feeling the blood rush to her cheeks. When she looked up, Zach's eyes were on hers. He seemed to know exactly what she was doing.
    He took her hand and led her into his room, never removing his eyes from hers. "God you're beautiful Jessica" he said. "Do you know how beautiful you are?"
    He lowered his mouth to hers, kissing her gently at first then parting her lips with his tongue, hungrily searching her mouth. She felt his warm breath on her neck as his lips softly caressed her flesh, moving downward to her breasts.
    Without a word he lifted her effortlessly and carried her to th e bed. "I wanted you from the moment I saw you."
     
     
    Jess woke up to find