Free His Four Poster Bed (Bedroom Secrets Series Book 2) by Emma Thorne

leather boots with knee high stockings with just a touch of thigh showing. To accessorize I wore a single long gold chain. My hair loose and wavy, I wore it pulled away from my face with a black head band. I thought I looked sexy but smart. I didn’t want to send Marco the wrong signal, or even worse the right one.
    A touch up of my cat’s eyeliner and red lipstick. I blotted my lips twice, grabbed my red leather purse and jacket and locked the apartment door.
    My heart raced a bit as I walked down the hall. I passed Billie and Bella on the second floor landing. From Billie’s red face, it was clear they were in the middle of a lively discussion.
    “Madonna. My apartment is haunted,” Bella said, hands on her voluptuous hips. Bella lived on the first floor. We had been neighbors for a short while when she lived upstairs before insisting she needed an apartment with different energy . Originally from Venice, Bella was a source of constant entertainment. “There is some tragic unrest between the walls. Tortured souls in my bedroom.”
    “You can have a séance, but you can’t set things on fire,” Billie said. “It’s not safe.” I could all but see her repressing the urge to roll her eyes.
    “I just need to burn some of the spirit’s old clothes,” Bella said. “Set her free.”
    “Have a good night ladies,” I said, smiling as I walked past. Billie and Bella would work it out. Bella is a big believer in the supernatural and must have offered to curse Dr. Mike for me about ten times after our break up. I told her it was unnecessary and to tell the truth, I was a little afraid of what might happen.
    I looked out the lobby door and froze.
    Marco. He took my breath away.
    He stood outside the front door, bathed in a dim light from the single overhead lamp.
    He wore another black turtleneck and suit jacket, dark jeans, and what looked like cowboy boots. It was a perfect mix of classy and sexy with just a little bit of wild. I found myself reliving the touch of his bare skin against mine, the taste of his skin. I flushed at the memory and tried to concentrate on my mission. Which was what exactly? Oh yeah, have a nice pleasant evening and decide to trust this outrageously hot man who I feared had the power to steal my heart or break things off with him tonight.
    He noticed me standing there and I jumped hoping he hadn’t caught me staring.
    “Hello,” I said, opening the front door.
    “Wow,” he said, stepping back from me and shaking his head. “You look gorgeous.”
    “Thank you,” I said, feeling turned on already. This staying platonic was going to be more difficult than I thought. What had I gotten myself into?
    Marco offered me his arm. “I’m parked in front of the loading zone.”
    “Sorry there is no doorman,” I said, smiling and slipping my arm into his.
    “You know I am able to navigate in a world without help sometimes.”
    “Well, you did manage to track down my address, or did one of your employees do that for you?” I asked, purposely not mentioning Veronica’s name. I wanted to see if he would bring her up first, explain her away on his own.
    “I looked it up myself, I like to keep my personal business off my family’s radar,” he said. “I’m sorry, I should have asked you before invading your privacy like that.” He held open the door to the car.
    It was a silver BMW, a roadster of some sort. It looked fast and expensive.
    “Thank you for the apology.” I hesitated before getting into the car. I needed to lay down some ground rules before my libido overruled my common sense. “If I join you for dinner tonight, I will need some more answers from you.”
    “Absolutely,” he said. “I will answer everything.”
    “And the truth, I always need the truth.”
    “You mentioned that one before.”
    “It’s a thing with me,” I said, shrugging.
    Marco stood on the other side of the car door, he reached out and traced his finger along my jaw. “I promise to answer your