Tempt Me at Midnight. Maureen Smith

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      She meant more to Quentin than any other woman he’d ever known. The last thing he wanted was to jeopardize their friendship because he’d had a moment of temporary insanity. Although Lexi had responded hungrily to his kiss, she’d been stunned and outraged when she discovered that Quentin was behind the mask. For all he knew, she’d spent the rest of the night plotting her revenge by making a voodoo doll of him, which she’d use to inflict pain on him at the worst possible moments. Like when he was arguing a case in court. Or flirting with a beautiful woman.

      Chuckling grimly at the thought, Quentin decided to test the waters.

      Raising his arm above the headboard, he rapped his knuckle on the wall four times, which was code for: am I in trouble?

      He waited tensely.

      One knock meant he was forgiven. Two knocks meant he was in the doghouse and would have to do some serious groveling to get back into her good graces.

      After an agonizing eternity, Lexi responded. Thump.

      A slow, relieved grin spread across Quentin’s face.

      Things were back to normal between them. With any luck, they’d stay that way.

      Lexi spent a long, restless night tortured by mental replays of the smoldering kiss she and Quentin had shared. But, surprisingly, when she awoke the next morning, she was able to put the whole situation into perspective.

      Last night had been an aberration.

      The excitement of New Year’s Eve, the mystique of a masquerade ball, fireworks cascading over a moonlit balcony—all were the perfect ingredients for a romantic liaison. Who wouldn’t have gotten caught up in the moment?

      She and Quentin were two mature, reasonable adults. They didn’t have to throw away their friendship over what amounted to a fluke. An exquisitely passionate fluke—but a fluke nonetheless.

      It was time to put the kiss behind her, Lexi decided. Knowing Quentin, he already had.

      No sooner had she completed the thought than she heard four distinct knocks on her bedroom wall.

      She smiled to herself. Quentin was reaching out to her in their special code language, which they’d cleverly dubbed “LexiQuen” during a spring break trip to Cabo San Lucas, where they’d argued heatedly one evening after Quentin left her stranded at a nightclub.

      Just to make him squirm, as she’d done that night many years ago, Lexi took her sweet time before lifting her hand to the wall and knocking once. And then she grinned, imagining the relieved expression on Quentin’s face. She never could stay mad at him for very long.

      An hour later she emerged from her room, freshly showered and dressed in a cream cashmere sweater and designer jeans. Determined to prove that nothing had changed between her and Quentin, she decided to stop by his room so they could head down to breakfast together.

      Before she’d taken two steps his door swung open and out strutted the tall, gorgeous waif from last night’s ball. The skimpy dress she wore ended just beneath the curve of her butt and showed off miles of long, slender legs. Her black hair was tousled, as if she’d just risen from Quentin’s bed—which she undoubtedly had.

      Lexi froze in her tracks, watching as the woman smiled coquettishly and waved at Quentin, who was framed in the doorway, his chest and feet bare. A smile played at the edges of his mouth as he watched her sashay down the hall. When she’d disappeared around the corner, he shook his head in amusement and closed the door.

      Inwardly relieved that he hadn’t seen her standing there, Lexi ditched the idea of waiting for him and headed downstairs alone.

      Just as she’d expected, Quentin had already forgotten about kissing her and was back to his womanizing ways. So all was right with the world again. Which was exactly what she’d wanted. Right?

      Of course, Lexi thought, annoyed that she was even second-guessing herself. The best thing she could do was pretend that the kiss had never happened. The sooner she put it out of her mind, the better off she’d be.

      Easier said than done.

      Resolutely ignoring her conscience, Lexi focused on her surroundings. The interior of Asha’s château was every bit as impressive as the exterior. As Lexi made her way downstairs, she couldn’t help feeling as though she’d been transported back in time to the opulent days of the French royalty. Each room she passed was large and luxuriously appointed with beautiful antique furniture, rich fabrics, soaring fireplaces, original period paintings and priceless tapestries.

      The grand marble staircase descended to a cavernous foyer that was lit by a massive crystal chandelier. Lexi followed the sound of laughing voices to a pair of French doors that opened onto an enormous breakfast room. A fire crackled invitingly in the hearth, and bright winter sunlight poured through a row of windows that overlooked the immaculately landscaped grounds of the estate.

      Everyone was already gathered around the long mahogany table. At opposite ends were Asha and Sterling Wolf, former adversaries who’d shocked their children last year when they announced that they were getting married. They were as different as night and day, yet no one could dispute that they absolutely belonged together.

      As did the other two couples seated at the table. Reese had her head resting on Michael’s shoulder as he gently rubbed her swollen stomach, while his younger brother Marcus couldn’t stop smiling at his gorgeous wife, Samara, who sat across from him.

      As Lexi entered the sunny room, she was met by a chorus of warm greetings.

      “Good morning, everyone.” Smiling, she bent and planted an affectionate kiss on Sterling Wolf’s clean-shaven dark cheek. He’d always been more like a father to her than the worthless man who’d abandoned her when she was a child. Which was why Sterling had insisted that she call him Dad, and she’d asked him to give her away at her wedding four years ago. In light of the way her disastrous marriage had ended, having Sterling walk her down the aisle was the only good decision she’d made that day.

      “Where’s your partner in crime?” he asked her.

      “Still in his room.” Lexi slid into the empty chair beside Reese, who gave her a disappointed look. “What?”

      “We were counting on you to bring Quentin downstairs,” Reese said. “You know he’s always late to everything, and the baby and I are starving.”

      Lexi was mildly alarmed. “You mean you haven’t eaten anything yet? It’s almost ten o’clock!”

      “I had a light snack,” Reese admitted with a sheepish grin. “But that’s not the point. Whenever we all go out to dinner, you always make sure Quentin gets there on time. That’s, like, your designated role.”

      Lexi shrugged, draping a linen napkin across her lap. “I didn’t want to disturb him. He, uh, had a late night.”

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