How she wished to have him there to undress her. To touch her as intimately as the garments did. She drew her breath in sharply between her teeth as she imagined the dark, hooded look on his face he would have as he took her into his arms and made love to her. Her breasts tingled and swelled at the very thought of it.
She picked up the dress from the bed and held it against her. For the merest instant, she thought she caught a whiff of Hunter's exotic scent. It sent stabs of desire through her. As she dressed, the silk of the dress slid against her skin, reminding her of her dream. The feel of Hunter's hands on her body.
Oh, how she wished he were here. How she wished she could watch him unbutton her dress to discover the woman beneath it. But it would never happen. Kyrian was gone forever back to his dangerous life.
Her stabs of desire ended instantly, and were replaced by a profound pain in her heart. A pain that made no sense to her and yet it was there. Aching. Wanting. Needing. Sighing, Amanda slid the shoes on and made her way downstairs where Julian was waiting to take her to work.
"I am so sorry about you and Cliff."
Amanda looked up from her desk and counted to ten. Slowly. If one more person said that to her, she was going to go berserk, head down to Cliff's office, and carve him into little, bloody Cliff-kabob pieces.
He had told everyone in the office about their breakup and had arrogantly said she was too torn up by it to come in yesterday. She could kill him!
"I'm fine, Tammy," she said to their office manager with a forced smile.
"That's it," Tammy said. "You keep your spirits up."
Amanda curled her lip as Tammy left. At least the day was over. Now she could go home and… And dream of the tall, handsome man she'd never see again. Why did that hurt more than the fact Cliff had broken up with her? What was it about Hunter that made her miss him so… ?
But she knew. He was gorgeous and smart and heroic. He was mysterious and lethal. Better yet, he made her heart pound every time he flashed that dazzling smile at her. And he was gone forever. Depressed, she prepared to leave.
After putting her files in her briefcase, Amanda headed out of her office, to the elevator, and pushed the button to the lobby. She didn't want to keep Grace waiting outside with the twins. Besides, she was tired of the office. This had been the longest day of her life.
Why had she ever wanted to be an accountant, anyway? Selena was right, her life was mind-shatteringly boring. When the doors to the elevator opened to the glass-enclosed lobby, she stepped out and looked around. Even though it was dark outside, the parking-lot lights were so bright, she could tell Grace wasn't there yet. Damn! She was more than ready to go home.
Irritated, Amanda went to stand by the door.
As she shifted her briefcase, Cliff came out of the next elevator, surrounded by his friends. Great, just great. Her day kept getting better and better.
Spotting her alone, Cliff preened like a peacock as he approached her. "Is something wrong?" he asked as he stopped by her side.
"No. My ride isn't here yet," she said curtly.
"Well, if you need a ride home…"
"I don't need anything from you, okay?" She headed out the doors to wait in the dark cold. Better to freeze in the winter chill than spend another minute around the last man on earth she wanted to see.
Cliff pulled her to a stop outside the building. The streetlights glinted dimly against his dark blond hair. "Look, Mandy, there's no reason why we can't be friends."
"Don't you dare be magnanimous about this after the stunt you pulled today. Who do you think you are, telling everyone about my family?"
"Oh, c'mon, Mandy—"
"Stop calling me Mandy when you know how much I hate it."
He looked over his shoulder and she realized half the office was standing there, listening. "Look, I'm not the one who had to stay home yesterday because I was so emotionally distraught over Saturday night."
Her anger ignited. Emotionally distraught? Her? Over him?
Amanda took a good look at him. And for the first time, she realized just what a weasel he was. "Excuse me, but I wasn't home yesterday, either. In fact, you know where I was? I spent the entire day in the arms of a gorgeous blond god. I am so over you."
He snorted. "See, I knew it was just a matter of time before your family rubbed off on you. You're crazy like the rest of them. I bet you show up tomorrow decked out in black leather and talking about staking vampires."
Never in her life had she wanted to slap anyone as much as she did him right then. Why had she ever thought they were compatible? He was vile and rude. Worse, he was judgmental! Tabitha might be a nutcase, but she was her sister and no one not related to them had better insult her!
Suddenly, every flaw she had dismissed about Cliff came to the forefront. And to think she had spent a year of her life trying to please this jerk. She was an idiot! And stupid, dumb…