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She laughed as they quickly approached the hotel. "Men are all the same," she said with fake disgust. "I'll just have to live with it."

"Or date women," Brian suggested.

"Not likely," she assured him.

Her trip through the hotel lobby was met with the same gawking as before, regardless of the man walking next to her. For all the fun she liked to have flashing cleavage, the attention she was receiving because of her dress was almost overwhelming her. She felt very secure once the elevator door closed behind them. She allowed her body to lightly touch Brian's. They both would have killed for that elevator to get stuck halfway.

But the door eventually opened and Era led the way while pulling out her key card.

"I'm surprised you found it," Brian kidded her.

She looked back over her shoulder. "Don't you have to get home?"

"OK. OK. No more 'Era can't find anything' jokes."

She unlocked the door. "Good. Now come on in. Please."

Brian couldn't remember the last time he entered a hotel room with a woman who wasn't his wife. He was pretty sure it never happened. If it did, he was too drunk to remember or enjoy it. On this occasion, he had all his faculties and fully intended to enjoy every extra second he had with Era.

He felt a little bit like he was in an old movie. Bogart and Bacall. Except there was no hazy smoke or bottles of scotch sitting around.

Era locked the door and laid her purse on the dresser. "I'm afraid I don't have anything to offer you to drink," she said apologetically.

Brian sat on the couch. "That's OK. I'm fine."

Era joined him, an arm's length away on the other half of the tiny sofa. She crossed her legs and pulled gently on the bottom of her dress. At the restaurant, the table prevented Brian from getting such a look at her slender, yet firm, legs. He made no attempt to hide his short, appreciative glance.

"Between the outfit you wore to work and this dress, I'd say you feel comfortable dressed up. Is that true?" Brian said.

"I prefer jeans and a t-shirt," Era said truthfully. "I'm a small city girl. Maybe because of that, I enjoy putting on dressier clothes every now and then. It doesn't bother me."

"I'm sure you look good in anything. I'll choose McDonald's if we ever eat out again just to find out."

"Oh, please," she complained. "I'll pay for something better. No matter who owes who. Or is that 'whom'? I never know."

Brian smiled. "I get the idea. You're buying."

After a pause, Era said, "I'll hate leaving on this trip. I've had fun already."

"I'm glad," Brian said. "But I'm thinking you'd find a way to have fun with or without me."

"That's not necessarily true. I'm not a big flirt," Era said, knowing she was not being entirely honest.

At the same time she spoke, she turned to face him more directly, causing the dress to ride up her creamy thighs.

"The prettiest women don't have to flirt."

She blushed and looked down at the floor. "You can never be too safe. Sometimes it's better to flirt anyway."

"What's your favourite flirt technique?" Brian asked with a playful grin.

Era was more than happy to play along. "Unbutton an extra button. Don't wear a bra. Kick the guy under the table and make it sound accidental."

Brian tried not to laugh. "So you didn't get to flirt much tonight, did you? You have no buttons to unbutton. I don't know about the bra, but I would bet you have one on. And the kicking was accidental, wasn't it?"

"The first one was."

She looked at him and leaned back so that she was almost lying on her side. "And it's getting late."

"You can start any time," Brian said quietly. "Give me your best flirt."

Era lifted her right leg and swung it onto Brian's leg. With a quick jerk of her foot, her shoe fell off. She repeated the process with her other leg, showing plenty of skin in the process. When she let her legs rest near his lap, Brian ran his fingers up and down the hose-covered skin.

"That works," he said.

"So, what's YOUR favourite flirt technique?" she said.

Brian thought for a moment, his hand resting on Era's calf. He debated just how far he wanted to go with a woman he knew for less than one day. He chose the middle ground.

"I like a slow tease. A gradual buildup to the critical moment," he explained.

Era put her feet back on the floor and rose from the couch. She moved a couple feet in front of him and faced Brian. Out of her heels, she looked more petite. But still very sexy.

She reached inside the bottom of her dress with both hands and slowly raised them to her waist. Just as she was about to expose herself to him, she began to pull down on her pantyhose. Era bent at the waist as she lowered the stockings, presenting a silhouette of her curvaceous body. Gingerly, she stepped out of the pantyhose...