Jessica ran chili red nails across her silky-smooth forehead and down sculpted cheekbones. Her generous lips, the same hot color, promised ardor and surrender. Ivory skin and ink-black eyes exuded an aura of privilege. “Three marriages and not one took.” Leaning forward, she searched Dominique’s designer face. “You know what I mean.”
“I thought you two might make good companions—dinner, the Opera—you have so much in common.” Eyes lowered, she aligned the silverware.
Jessica frowned. “No thanks. I’m not game to travel that road again.”
“You mean in ten months, you haven’t even felt an itch…?”
“Are you kidding? I’ve made plans for the Orient…”
“Alone? Not your style, is it?” A waxed eyebrow lurched heavenward.
Jessica waved the quip aside and glanced around the restaurant. She scanned the room with casual precision.
Dominique pressed her lips in a mock smile. “Here he comes now.”
What? “Hel-lo handsome.”
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