breath and closed her eyes. “Nothing.” She gripped the phone more tightly as a shiver of both fear and excitement traveled up her body, ending in the pit of her stomach and creating a heat wave of desire, pooling somewhere low. She’d committed herself now, she thought worriedly. She couldn’t back down.
“Good. I’ll send a car around to pick you up at seven o’clock.”
Lana could hear the satisfaction through her phone line and had to smile. Victor was certainly a dominating kind of man. If anyone could get her through this silliness that had gripped her for most of her life, Victor could do it. “Okay. What should I wear?”
She heard the deep chuckle before he said, “I can honestly say that what you wear won’t make any difference in tomorrow’s events.”
Lana swallowed painfully. “Are you sure it won’t be….” She couldn’t finish the sentence. Memories of slipping into bed with Drew, of the horrible thoughts that had filtered through her mind and the instantaneous need to put some space between her and her ex-husband flitted through her consciousness. She hated that Drew could influence her this way, even after all this time.
Instantly all the amusement was gone from his voice. His tone now was soft and reassuring, deep and masculine and definitely filled with a confidence she obviously didn’t share. “Don’t worry about anything. I’ll see you tomorrow night.”
Lana smiled and hung up the phone. Her heart was beating frantically and she wasn’t sure she could make it another twenty four hours before seeing him again. She still wasn’t looking forward to the sex part but she couldn’t deny how alive she felt when she was around him. If he could at least help her to feel that once again, then she could add that into her stories and make her characters more alive. That would be worth a lot, she told herself.
And if he could kiss her like he had yesterday, well, then that would just make her dizzy, she thought and actually skipped to her bedroom to put the cordless phone back in its cradle.
Chapter 5
Twenty-four hours later, she wasn’t feeling as giddy. She felt horrible. Her stomach was twisting around in knots and every muscle in her body told her to turn around and run away, maybe even hide but she had no idea where she would hide. Her closet seemed ridiculous but she was so nervous that she wouldn’t put anything past her at this point. She thought of several other places she could go to hide. She could just leave her apartment, go to the mall, window shopping, a coffee shop, a friend’s house. Anywhere that might put her out of sight and out of the hands of humiliation that were sure to grip her as soon as Victor took her into his arms.
As soon as she’d woken up this morning, her mind had screamed at her to call him up and cancel. When consciousness demanded that she face her fears, her heart wanted nothing more than to stay under the covers and pretend like the day wasn’t going to happen, that she wasn’t committed to something awful and terrifying and horrendously embarrassing. She’d slept with her nightgown on the whole night, not even daring to take it off and feel that crazy sense of abandonment she’d felt the previous night when she’d lain in her bed nude for parts of the night as she battled with the decision.
Lana forced herself to get out of bed and shower, eat breakfast despite the fact that she had no appetite and her cereal tasted like sawdust. She sat at her computer, wishing she could write something, anything, to get her mind off of the evening ahead, but her fingers couldn’t type the words because her mind refused to budge from the dread of facing her worst fears.
As she made herself a sandwich for lunch, she tried to become philosophical about the issue. Was sex really her worst fear? She hated spiders, but since she lived in New York City, high up in an apartment building, she didn’t run into many spiders. And public speaking wasn’t on her