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Chapter Six
MARISSA STOOD IN Dane s bathroom, looking into the mirror,
applying the finishing touch to her make-up: coloring her lips with
Kiss-Me red. Marissa smoothed the red dress, though the  slinky little
number as described by the sales clerk, didn t have any wrinkles. She
pressed a hand against her stomach to still the nervous fluttering.
Tonight she would have sex.
When Dane had told her Brent would like to take her out, she
knew his friend had agreed to accommodate her wishes. She had to admit
that arranging a liaison this way felt cold-blooded. If she were to
evaluate her feelings honestly, she feared she wouldn t enjoy her first
sexual experience with Brent as much as she would have with Dane.
 Tuesday, where do you think you re going?
Marissa smiled at the ferocious sound of Dane s voice. He d been
in a bad mood since they d left the TeenCenter. Shopping for make-up
and clothes didn t improve his disposition, either. At least this time his
ire was directed at her handsome note-taker. She leaned against the
closed door to listen.
 I m going with Miss M.
 Don t you think it would be awkward for Brent and Marissa to
have you there scribbling down their every move?
She imagined Tuesday s grin was unrepentant.  This is the best
job I ve ever had.
 This is probably the only job you ve ever had.
She d better save Tuesday. Marissa patted her long curls
courtesy of her new rollers and opened the door. Both men in the
hallway turned toward her.
She cleared her throat.  What do you think?
Tuesday s whistle was long and low.  You clean up real nice. He
held up his legal pad and pen.  I m ready to write shit down.
 Tuesday. Dane s voice held a warning.
The boy rolled his eyes.  Stuff, okay? I m ready to write stuff
down.
Marissa s gaze strayed to Dane. She saw the hunger in his eyes
before he blanked his expression. Tension radiated from him even though
his stance was a casual one; his strength and his heat seemed to envelop
her. The sensation was so weird she shivered.
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 You look fine.
Tuesday punched him lightly.  C mon, man. You can do better
than that. You re gonna ruin the woman s self-esteem.
 Can you excuse us a moment, Tuesday? asked Marissa.
 Yeah, sure.
She waited for Tuesday to go into the living room then she folded
her arms across her chest and looked at Dane.  You ve been very moody.
Do you want to talk about what s wrong?
 No.
 Okay. She looped the small red purse hanging from her arm
over her shoulder and started to slip past Dane. His hand shot out and
encircled her wrist. She stopped and glanced at him.
 You re not going to nag me?
The slight pressure of his fingers sent tingles up her arms.
 No.
He pulled her closer.  You re not going to insist I share my
feelings with you?
 No.
He pulled her closer still. Her hip grazed his thigh; her breasts
brushed against his chest.  Not going to pout because I won t tell you
what s on my mind?
 No, Dane.
He let go of her captured hand, but she couldn t move away from
him. She felt connected no, not connected, but irrevocably drawn, like
one of those hapless female victims in the old black-and-white movies
who always fell under the vampire s gaze. Would Dane devour her, too?
As if he d heard her thoughts, he lowered his head toward her. She
resisted the urge to show him her neck so he could nibble it.
 You are unlike any woman I ve ever met. He brushed a loose
curl away from her temple.  You look gorgeous.
He kissed the spot above her right eyebrow, then stepped back and
gestured for her to go past him. She felt as though she d just run a
marathon: Her heart pounded, her breath quickened, her limbs shook. But
she managed to escape the hallway...and Dane.
 I UNDERSTAND THAT some men take women out for dinner
before they make love. Marissa gestured with her breadstick.  But,
really, you don t have to do that. I m not interested in the mating ritual.
No offense. You really are quite charming, but I don t want to develop a
relationship with you. It seems pointless to spend money on dinner when
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I ve already agreed to sleep with you. Marissa watched Brent choke on
the wine he just drank.  Oh, my. Are you all right?
He nodded, his face turning an alarming shade of red as he
attempted to regain his breath. Marissa put down her breadstick and
offered him her untouched water glass. He accepted it and sipped the
water.
 Did I upset you?
Brent took a deep breath.  I wasn t prepared for you to say what
you said. It took me by surprise.
 Dane says I ve an annoying tendency to be too honest.
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