Free ANightatTheCavern by Anna Alexander Page A

etiquette.”
    “That night was a first for me too.” He glided the few steps
separating them then brushed her hair over her shoulder. The light touch sent
goose bumps down her arms and tightened her nipples.
    What was it about this man that made her want to march up to
her beautiful table, knock all the fine china to the floor with a grand sweep
of her arm and beg him to take her on the cold surface? One look, just one tiny
glance from those crystal-blue eyes and she was a quivering mass of need ready
to be ridden hard and put away wet.
    “Pandy!”
    Douse. And just as quick as a fire hose on a campfire, the
flame was snuffed out cold.
    Miranda jumped back and turned to see her sister glaring,
shellacked fingernails curled into her hips as her Ferragamo-covered foot
tapped an impatient rhythm.
    “Excuse me, Jorges. That’s my sister and she’s getting
married this weekend. She’s a little…demanding.”
    His gaze flicked between the two sisters and the corner of
his mouth quirked up. “No. Go ahead. I’m in no rush.”
    “Good. Um, wait here.”
    She scurried to her desk, keeping one eye on Jorges, and
nearly missed her chair as she sat down. With frequent glances at him from over
the top of the monitor, her hands shook as she typed out the information she
was searching for.
    He came. For her? Why?
    Tingles raced over her skin with the implication that Jorges
wanted to see her again. Why else would he have gone to the trouble of tracking
her down? It sure as hell wasn’t because she didn’t say goodbye, although she’d
wager very few women ever wanted to say goodbye to Jorges. Maybe he really,
truly wanted to spend more time with her.
    Now the question was, did she want to see more of him?
    She choked on a snort. Of course she did. What woman
wouldn’t want to see more of this sexy, interesting, exciting man? Even if it
were just for coffee. It wasn’t beyond her social skills to be cool and
sophisticated while sipping a latte.
    The click of heels striding in her direction made her
fingers type faster. Just great. Let’s have her mother and impatient sister
meet her lover. Yeah, how to explain how they met without making her look like
a total slut?
    “Come on. Come on,” she stage-whispered at the computer.
    Finally. Data. She dashed her notes across the page and
jumped up to stop her sister’s progress only to draw up short when she saw that
the footsteps had belonged to the maid of honor of Roxanne’s client, who
sprinted the last steps to Jorges and threw her arms around him in an
enthusiastic hug.
    “Jorges,” she squealed and popped a kiss on his mouth.
“Fancy meeting you here, you sexy beast.”
    “Oh, hi, um, Tina.”
    “Tammy.”
    “Right, Tammy.” He pulled the girl’s arms down from around
his neck. “How are you?”
    “Good.” She giggled. “But not as good as I was the other
week with you at the club. Do you remember my friend Caitlyn?”
    She pointed to the bride standing in the corner who was
waving fabric samples in front of her fiancé’s face as if she were performing
semaphore. She turned to shoot them a furtive glance over her shoulder and
Miranda noticed her cheeks were pink and a wild look darkened her eyes.
    Breathe, girl. Just breathe.
    In through the nose and out through the mouth. Miranda
slowed her racing heart as she contemplated avenues of escape from behind her
desk. The only way out was to skulk around the clingy couple, and she was
fairly positive she couldn’t make it past them without doing something stupid
like vomit or punch the woman in the boob.
    Miranda sank back into her chair as Jorges said, “Yes,
Caitlyn. I— I didn’t know she was engaged.”
    “That was the point, silly. Let me tell you, you gave us the
night of our lives. Will you be at the club this weekend?”
    From the corner of her eye Miranda saw Jorges sneak a glance
in her direction before answering the bubbly blonde. “I wasn’t planning on it.”
    “Oh, pooh.” She pouted,