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seven.” With cool aplomb she was nowhere near feeling, she extracted a gold-embossed card from inside her thin, gold-lined purse and held it out.
     
    Jaxon accepted the card, allowed his fingers to brush intimately over her hand. “I’ll look forward to it, Ms. Montgomery.” The husky tone made her breath snag in her throat.
     
    Tess curled her fingers into her palms as her thighs tingled, turned and tried not to scurry of the stage.
     
    * * * * *
     
     
    “Saturday evening. What was I thinking?” Tess lowered her head to her hands, obliterating her face. She hadn’t been thinking. That had been the problem. From the moment Jaxon Richards had touched her, her mind had gone fuzzy. Melted. And she couldn’t recall ever having melted in her life.
     
    “You were thinking he was a hunk and you were going to get your money’s worth out of him,” Belinda inserted cheerfully around a spoonful of Rocky Road ice cream. “I can think of all sorts of things to do with a man like him. I only hope you’re going to use your imagination and not let common sense dictate the evening. You have to live a little. He looks like he’d be up for a good, hard ride, pardon the pun.”
     
    Licking her fingers, the plump blonde rocked back on the stool. “Have you ever seen a more fuckable man? Was he as hard as he looked?”
     
    Tess lifted her head a fraction of an inch to shoot a dagger across the table. “You got me into this mess. Now you can help me get out of it.”
     
    Belinda blinked and replied in a bland voice, “I don’t know what I can do considering I wasn’t invited to Saturday night’s festivities. Although I will be more than happy to provide any type of recording equipment you require.”
     
    “Bitch.”
     
    A cackle rent the air. “Give me a break. If you don’t fuck that man, then there’s no hope for you.”
     
    “He’s a stranger, Belle! I’ve just invited a total stranger into my home.”
     
    “A stranger whose kiss made your knees go rubbery.”
     
    Tess fumbled with her coffee mug. “My knees most certainly did not go rubbery.” In fact she hadn’t been thinking about her knees at all.
     
    “Sure they did. Everybody in that room saw how he was holding you up.” Belinda licked her spoon. “And we were all jealous.” The silverware clinked against the bowl as she scooped up another bite. “I know I had to go home and make use of that handy little silver bullet of mine. That man could make a woman come from ten feet away.”
     
    Tess shoved the chair away from the table and stood up, surprised to feel the heat rising to her face. “Shouldn’t you be getting your house ready to meet Bachelor Number Seven?”
     
    Belinda waved a hand airily. “Doesn’t make any difference now. Ed’s coming home early. I won’t have much of an opportunity to drool.” She swallowed, sighed and smiled. “But if you tell me everything that happens Saturday night, I could at least live vicariously, and I mean everything.” Her eyebrows waggled. “I have a bet going on with a couple of the society ladies about a certain number of inches, if you get my drift.”
     
    “Belinda!”
     
    “Look, I’m married, not blind and I have every right to look. God knows, Ed ruptures an optic nerve every time a pretty woman walks by.” She sighed heavily and dove back into her ice cream with gusto. “He used to look at me like that.”
     
    Tess ran water into her mug. “Like what?”
     
    “Like I was the last bite of an extraordinary piece of cheesecake.”
     
    “Ed still looks at you like that. You just don’t see it.”
     
    “I wish I could believe you but that’s enough about my sorry excuse for a love life. Let’s focus on yours. So what are you going to wear?”
     
    “I was thinking jeans and flannel shirt. I’m sure it would make him feel at home.”
     
    Belinda glared. “That sounded like something your mother would say and God knows, Colleen Montgomery wrote the book on snobbery.