Mystery Date. Crystal Green

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      Shoot. “You’re asking if she drove me here because I was cautious about this date?”

      “Exactly.” Beth laughed. “But that’s smart, really, to bring along a friend. You can trust me, though.”

      “I do trust you.” But the farther they got up the driveway, the more her stomach spun. And the more her body sang with an odd, almost warped thrill.

      Her, Leigh Vaughn. She’d never, ever done anything like this before, and she was liking it. A lot.

      Beth was clearly trying to put her at ease. “Your date got you everything you requested for dinner, from the ingredients to the cookware.”

      All the auction basket had promised was a meal featuring honey. Like Margot, Leigh had been careful in phrasing the notes in her basket, making sure that if she didn’t want the date to go too far, she wouldn’t have to live up to any wickedly spelled-out promises. But if she liked what she saw in Mystery Man and she wanted to go beyond food and give him a real taste of honey...

      Every inch of her pulsated.

      “How do you know him?” Leigh asked as they got to the top of the driveway, where gnarled bushes lined the lawn and the wind whistled a soft, meandering tune.

      Beth had probably been expecting this question, and she launched right into an answer.

      “I’m friends with him but also professional associates. Out of pure happenstance, he found my résumé online after college, and now he pays me nicely to take care of his business affairs.”

      “Didn’t you get a law degree?”

      “Yes, but there are a lot of legal angles to what I do for him. Contracts, boring stuff like that.”

      “And who exactly is ‘him’?”

      Beth laughed again. “Good try, but that’s all you’re going to get out of me.”

      As they arrived at the massive carved wood door, Leigh paused.

      “Why is he taking such pains to be a mystery?” she asked, hoping that Beth would at least answer this.

      Beth’s smile straightened out as she hesitated, then said, “Your basket was a game, Leigh, and he’s making a countermove, continuing the game. It’s all in fun.”

      A game? What kind of man played this way? And what sort of guy could afford a place like this?

      She ran her gaze over that door, noticing the iron lion’s-head knocker. “He’s rich. I can tell that much.”

      “He’s got a few bucks to spare. Did you run this address through the internet?”

      Leigh nodded. The house was owned by a rental property that had led her and her friends to dead ends. “We assumed the place isn’t his.”

      “It isn’t. He’s only vacationing.” Beth reached out to open the door, but she hesitated again.

      Meanwhile, all Leigh could hear was the sound of her heart boom-boom-booming through her.

      Beth spoke, her hand still in midair. “It’ll be a harmless, fun night,” she repeated. “If you go inside with that in mind, you’ll walk away happy.”

      Fear—or was it something else?—zinged through Leigh as Beth opened the door, revealing a foyer with a stone floor and a yawning staircase just beyond.

      Adventure. That was what Margot would’ve said this was, and as Leigh’s pulse went wild, she craved it as she’d never craved anything else in her life.

      She had a good figure now. She’d been told she was actually pretty after all that weight had come off.

      It was time to make the most of what she’d never had.

      She stepped across the threshold, breathing in, out, trying to keep her heart in her chest.

      As Beth closed the door behind them, Leigh heard a voice just beyond the foyer, to the left.

      “Good to see you here, Leigh.”

      A deep, dark tone.

      Leigh’s adrenaline pushed her forward. She wanted to see him. Wanted to know who had paid $5,000 for the pleasure of her company.

      But when she rounded the corner, she came to a halt, surprised as hell at what she found.

      2

      LEIGH HAD EXPECTED to find him, Mystery Man, standing there with a saucy grin on his face.

      But all she discovered was an antique table holding a small wire stand that propped up a smartphone. Next to it was her auction basket; it was open, exposing blue-and-white-gingham lining, plus the jars of honey she had labeled with each course idea for this date.

      Looking at the inside of that basket, she felt as if this man had already undone part of her, like a button on her shirt.

      She shivered, especially when he spoke again.

      “You took a while to get up here, Leigh.”

      When she answered him, she tried to control her voice. “Fashionably late, right?”

      There had only been a bit of a quaver in her words. Not bad.

      “Better you come late than never coming at all,” he parried.

      Leigh didn’t know whether to laugh or melt into a stunned pool of sighs. Had he just tossed a sexual innuendo her way? And did he have any idea how twisted this was? How...

      God, how kind of, sort of...okay...absolutely intriguing?

      She sneaked a glance back at Beth, sending her a nonverbal message. Seriously? Talking to me through a speaker is part of the date?

      Beth smiled. This is just the beginning. Then she walked toward the table and picked up the phone. “How about a quick tour of the place before we head to the kitchen?”

      They were trying to get her settled. Not a bad idea, although Leigh wondered if she would ever feel relaxed tonight.

      “Sounds good,” she said.

      She followed Beth back through the foyer and past the grand staircase, all the while keeping her eye on that phone in Beth’s hand.

      The parlor, or living room, or whatever superrich people called a place like this, was just as expansive as the staircase and foyer. It boasted a wall-wide view of the beach below, the waves rolling toward the shoreline as the sun kept descending. The furnishings reminded Leigh of a leather-, cherrywood-and brass-filled museum.

      “How old is this house?” she asked just to make conversation since the phone had been silent.

      Mystery Man’s voice answered. “It’s not as ancient as it seems. It was built to look like old money, but it hasn’t been around for more than thirty years.”

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