determine what to wear for a dinner date with Maverick. She had spe

she had impulsively purchased a few week earlier. It was a sleek and so

hia pulled on the dress. With a feeling like she just wo

keup when the doorbell rang. There it

gainst the hardwood. When she opened the door, there was Maverick in the hall

eyes traveling down her

chest, and she smiled. "Thanks,"

h her as their flesh met. Sophia was charmed, until she noticed the way hi

able by the window. The food was divine, and the wine was plentiful, but Sophia would fin

ck as the night continued. They discussed everything

off, as if Maverick was keeping something from her. In his eye

nd took Sophia's hand. Ow, that wasn't good ~his touch gave 

k said, his pitch low and his voice hoar

er a spell by Maverick. "I would love

is eyes. "I'll come get you tomorrow night at 8

her head. But when she stared into Maverick

re of seduction, and she di

s Maverick walked Sophia home. Like being sucked into

er and smiled. "I had a nice time tonight," he said, his voic

uldn't be too swept up in Maverick's charms, that she should be cau

she said at last, t

his eyes. "I'll come get you tomorrow ni

ay over her head. But as she peered into Maverick's

uted his name. "Maverick, wait!" s

his eyes just a bit. "What is it?"

Maverick, she just had to ask him. "What do you want from m

very person. For a second, Sophia thought she caught something

to place. He leaned in closer and lowered his voice: "I want to kno

They were raw longing, but as she stared at Maverick

a called after him. "Maverick, wai

rrowing slightly. "What is it?" h

meeting Maverick's, she knew she had to ask him. "What's going on betwee

flickered with surprise and maybe guilt.

e talking about," he sai

e him. But staring into Maverick's eyes, she re

red that she was supposed to be careful, not to get swept away by Maverick's charms. Bu

following evening, just as he had told her They visited an upscale

Maverick was disarming and charismatic, and he app

something wasn't right. There was something Maverick wa

lt like she needed to ask him once more. "Maverick, what's

a was convinced there was almost an inkling of guilt in hi

alking about, Sophia," he s

did not believe him. But when she gazed into Maverick's

aurant, Sophia felt like she was in way over her head. She k