Miami After Hours - Page 60

He looked in her eyes when she pushed him away. “Sex is your answer for everything, isn’t it?”

“No, it’s not,” Daniel replied, “but you know how I feel about you, Angela, that I enjoy spending time with you.”

“Just not with other people around. I get it, okay? I agreed to a secret affair,” Angela replied, jerking away from him and walking over to look out over the dark water. “Putting it into practice has been harder than I anticipated.”

Daniel’s hands came to her shoulders. “Let me make it up to you. I have a beautiful dinner planned for you tonight. Can we please enjoy it?”

She spun around to face him and he held out his hand to her. He knew full well that the conversation between them was far from over, but he was trying to salvage the night. “Please.”

She nodded. “All right.”

* * *

Dinner was on the stamped concrete on the East Terrace overlooking Biscayne Bay, and Angela had to admit that Daniel had gone to great lengths to impress her tonight. Perhaps to make up for his embarrassing faux pas earlier at the office when he’d treated her like a leper?

“Did you know this outdoor space was originally considered to be the front of the house,” Angela inquired, “where small boats came to dock?”

“No, I didn’t know that.”

She shrugged. “Just little facts that I know.”

“You’re a wealth of knowledge and a talented real estate agent,” Daniel offered. “I know it and so does everyone at the office. It’s one of the reasons they came to your lunch today—to check out the competition.”

“You think so?”

“Oh, I know it,” he replied, “because it’s the same thing I would do.”

They continued talking over dinner, and slowly Angela began to relax and enjoy herself. Daniel had been right. At the start of the night she had been admittedly miffed by his behavior at the office, but she had only herself to blame. Daniel was a man who could compartmentalize his feelings. Work in one box. Angela in another. Millionaire Moguls in another.

It wasn’t so easy for Angela to separate her life. For her the boxes took on different shapes and sizes and melded together. She was trying to make sense of where she fit in Daniel’s world and whether she would be happy solely in the one box. For Angela, it had always been important to color outside the lines. Be her own person. It was part of her individuality.

Would staying with Daniel limit her in ways she wasn’t willing to compromise?

Dessert came nearly an hour later and Angela didn’t have the appetite to indulge in the three-chocolate soufflé because she was upset over Daniel’s actions earlier at the office. She picked at it until eventually the waiter came to take it away.

Just when she thought the evening was over, a saxophonist came down the steps of the terrace and began playing Kenny G’s “Forever in Love.”

“Would you care to dance?” Daniel asked, rising to his feet and extending his hand.

Angela scooted her chair back. “Would love to.”

When Daniel pulled her into his arms, all ideas of how wrong things were between them flew out of her head, leaving Angela with only one thought. How good they were together and how great it felt to be in his arms. She knew it was crazy to wish for something that might never be, but maybe no other woman had tried to win Daniel’s heart before. And maybe she could.

She glanced up at him and when she did, she got lost in his dark eyes. Eyes that seemed to look into her very soul. And when he lowered his head to kiss her, she didn’t pull away, because she loved him. Instead, she circled her arms around his neck and drew him in.

“Ready to go home?” he whispered when they both pulled away, breathless and greedy with desire.

She nodded.

In the limo on the short ride back to her place, they were both quiet in their own thoughts. But once they reached the door to her apartment, there was no thought of talking, only action. They were hungry for each other as they stepped out of their shoes and began tearing at each other’s clothes. A trail of apparel, including her designer dress, was left from her living room floor to her bedroom in their quest to be naked.