Free Suddenly Sexy by Kendra Little Page A

again. It was the adult thing to do. The right thing to do. It also gave her another chance to test Pheramour. No point in wasting the entire weekend.
    Fortunately he wasn’t picking her up until the afternoon because Maddie needed hours to get ready. It felt like her first ever date with a boy all over again. Choosing just the right outfit, trying not to bite her nails to the quick and thinking about what to say. Except this time, her date didn't wear braces or keep a calculator in his pocket. And he was the sort of date other girls drooled over.
    She tried to calm her nerves by convincing herself she was doing this in the name of science. It was just another day to test his response to Pheramour, nothing more than that. Definitely nothing more. She may not be able to test it the way she wanted to, in a controlled environment, but she could give it her best shot under the circumstances.
    That’s it. No going further this time. As soon as she saw the signs, she would end the date. Like last night. No, not last night. Way, way sooner.
    She was bathing in diluted Pheramour when the doorbell chimed.
    Déjà vu . The man had very bad timing. Or very good timing if seen from his perspective. He'd get an eyeful again. She hiked up the towel as best she could, clamped a hand to the swell of her breast and opened the door.
    Sam smiled lazily down at her. He wore his regulation jeans and white T-shirt, a few stray forks of jagged hair falling across his forehead. He looked sexier and cooler than ever. How was that even possible?
    "You're early."
    "I couldn't wait." His gaze brushed across her skin where breast met towel. "I'm glad I didn't."
    Face heating, she turned and led the way inside. "I'm beginning to think your timing is off on purpose."
    "I'm only a man."
    She headed to the bedroom where the clothes she wanted to wear for the day were folded on the end of the bed. "Help yourself to coffee," she called back to him. "I won't be long."
    "You know," he said, suddenly right behind her, his voice a hoarse whisper in her ear, "you don't have to get dressed right away." His knuckles skimmed lightly down her arms and he kissed the top of her bare shoulder. "I don't mind."
    Her quiver was involuntary and damn inconvenient. He must have felt it. Now he knew his touch sent her into a spin. Or was it the room that was spinning? Oh boy. If she wasn't careful she was going to lose it.
    She couldn't afford to lose it—not when Pheramour was the reason behind his attraction.
    The flutter in the vicinity of her heart brought her senses crashing back to reality. That was a good thing. Definitely a good thing. She could not let him get under her skin. Too much was at stake.
    Like her heart.
    "Don't," she whispered, pulling away. She heard a sigh behind her as she closed the door.
    In the safety of her bedroom, she dressed in a thin pale pink push-up bra and matching, high-cut panties which she'd bought for a date nearly a year ago but chickened out of wearing at the last minute. She figured she needed to do something different in her life, just once, and since she was dating Sam Hennessy—another first in her life—she might as well feel sexy.
    She put on a flighty, knee-length summer skirt and tight T-shirt over the lingerie and admired what expensive underwear could do for a girl's figure. She applied makeup, then took it all off. No need to encourage him too much. On the other hand, she was going out in public and she didn't want people wondering how such a plain, nerdy looking girl could snare a man like Sam.
    She re-applied pale peach lipstick and black mascara then brushed her hair. It had no effect on the unruly mop. The dark curls had a will of their own and sprang out from her head at weird angles. It looked messy so she forced it straight back into a ponytail and secured it with a heavy duty hair clip. She pushed her glasses up her nose and studied her reflection. Not too bad considering what she had to work with.
    "Ready," she