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before, standing in the same spot, with Emma beside him.
"Of course. It's comforting to know you take your duty seriously."
She turned to the bar, chose a soft drink, and poured it into a gla.s.s.
"You do take your duty seriously, don't you?"
"Yes."
Smiling, Angie held the gla.s.s up. "You're allowed a c.o.ke, right? I'd
like to talk with you for a few minutes. Get to know you." She took a
sip from her own drink, her eyes steady over the rim. "Since you're
going to be taking care of me for a while. Come on." She ran her tongue
over her top lip. Angie considered each word, each move another strand
in the web she enjoyed weaving. There was nothing more satisfying than
catching a man in the soft, sticky web of s.e.x. "I won't bite."
She waited until he'd accepted the gla.s.s before she spread herself
on the sofa. It couldn't be called sitting. She arched her back into
the corner plumped with cus.h.i.+ons, stretched her arm lazily over the
back. The silk of her jumpsuit rustled quietly as she crossed her legs.
"Sit down." She sipped her drink again. Beneath the practiced seductive
smile an excitement was building. He was so young, and lean. His body
would be hard as rock. And he'd be eager. Once she eased him over his
initial shyness-that itself an attraction-he'd be beautiful. She
decided he was just into his middle twenties, and able to f.u.c.k for
hours. Angie wagged her fingers at the neighboring cus.h.i.+on. "Tell me
about yourself."
He sat, because he felt like an idiot standing in the middle of the room
with a gla.s.s of c.o.ke in his hand. He wasn't stupid. His initial
impression of her intentions had been right on the mark. The problem
was, he wasn't sure what he wanted to do about it.
"Second-generation cop," he began. "Native Californian." He drank,
telling himself he was relaxed. For Christ's sake, he was twenty-four.
If the amazing Ms. Parks wanted to flirt, he could oblige her. "And a
fan." He smiled. Angie nearly purred.
"Really?"
"I've seen all your movies." Once again, his gaze was drawn to the
portrait.
"Do you like it?"
"Yeah. It's stunning."
Her movements slow and fluid, she reached over to pluck a cigarette from
a Lalique holder. She held it up, watching him until he remembered
himself and reached for the matching table lighter. "Help yourself," she
told him, indicating the cigarettes.
He was already planning on what he would tell the guys in the locker
room. They'd drool with envy at the thought of him sitting on Angie
Parks's sofa. "I've seen it before."
"What's that?"
"The portrait." He drew smoke in and nearly relaxed. "It's funny when
you think of it. I was here, seven or eight years ago, I guess. With
Emma."
Angie's gaze sharpened. "McAvoy?"
"Yeah. I ran into her on the beach one summer. We'd met a few years
before that. I gave her a lift home. Well, here. I think you were in
