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exclamation. He gestured toward the
cornucopia of elegant merchandise. "Go ahead. Pick something."

With a reckless giggle, she reached out and pulled a sequined handbag
from a display, then looped the braided cord over her shoulder. "Very
nice," he said.

She threw her arms around his neck. "You are absolutely the most
exciting man in the world, Jack Day! How I adore you!"

His palms crept down from her waist to curve around her buttocks and
pull her hips tight against his own. "And you're the most exciting
woman. I couldn't allow our love affair to be consummated in any place
ordinary, could I?"

Noir to rouge . . . rouge to noir . . . The hardness pressed
against her belly kept her from mistaking his meaning, and she felt
herself growing hot and cold at the same time. The game would end here
... in Harrods. Only Jack Day could carry off something so outrageous.
The thought of it made her head spin like a red and black wheel.

He pulled the purse from her shoulder, removed her velvet jacket, and
draped them both over a display
of silk umbrellas with rosewood handles. Then he took off his tuxedo
coat and placed it with hers so
that he stood before her in a white shirt with black jet studs securing
the pleated front, his narrow waist wrapped with a dark cummerbund.
"We'll get these later," he announced, resettling the scarf over her
shoulders. "Let's explore."

He took her to Harrods' famous food hall with its great marble counters
and frescoed ceiling. "Are you hungry?" he inquired, lifting a silver
box of chocolates from a display.

"For you," she replied.

His mouth curved beneath his mustache. Removing the lid from the box,
he pulled out a dark chocolate confection and bit into one side,
opening the shell so that the center oozed a drizzle of creamy cherry
liqueur. He quickly pressed it to her lips, sliding the candy back and
forth so that some of the rich filling was transferred to her. Then he
put the chocolate back into his own mouth and lowered his head to kiss
her. As her lips opened, sweet and sticky with cherry liqueur, he
pushed the chocolate shell forward with his tongue. Chloe received the
candy with a moan, and her body became as liquid and formless as the
fluid center.

When he finally drew away, he selected a bottle of champagne, uncorked
it, and tilted it first to her lips and then to his own. "To the most
outrageous woman in London," he said, leaning forward and licking
off a last speck of chocolate that clung to the corner of her mouth.

They wandered through the first floor, picking up a pair of gloves, a
nosegay of silk violets, a hand-painted jewelry box, and placing them
in a pile to be reclaimed later. Finally, they arrived at the perfume
hall, and the heady mixture of the finest scents in the world washed
over her, their fragrances undisturbed by the herds of people who
thronged along the carpeted aisles during the day.

When they reached the center, he dropped her arm and turned her to face
him. He began unbuttoning her blouse, and she felt a strange mixture of
excitement and embarrassment. Regardless of the fact that the store was
deserted, they were standing in the center of Harrods. "Jack, I—"

"Don't be a child, Chloe," he said. "Follow my lead."

A thrill shot through her as he pushed aside the satin material of her
blouse to reveal the eggshell lacework on her bra. He pulled a
cellophane-covered box of Joy from an open glass case and unwrapped it.

"Lean against the counter," he said, his voice as silky as the crepe de
chine of her blouse. "Lay your arms along the edge."

She did as he asked, weak from the intensity in his silver eyes.
Extracting the glass stopper from the neck of the bottle, he slipped it
inside the lace edge of her bra. She drew in her breath as he rubbed
its cold tip against her nipple.

"That feels good, doesn't it?" he murmured, his voice low and husky.

She nodded her head, incapable of speech. He inserted the stopper back
inside the bottle, picked up another drop of