Part 4 (1/2)
”It's just that I admire the human form...particularly when it's so d.a.m.n perfect.”
Rebecca frowned at him.
”A little over the top?”
”Yeah.”
”That bra won't work. Hang on.” He scurried into his office and came back with a bra in hand. ”Here's what you need.”
”You've got a selection of bras in your office?”
”I like bras.” He grinned and shrugged.
Rebecca reluctantly unhooked her bra and took it off.
”Oh, my. You always had perky b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Probably from all that weight lifting and basketball.”
”Stop it!” She covered herself with her hands, and turned her back to him. ”All those times in high school when I let you watch me get dressed-I thought you were gay.”
”Why? Because everybody else thought so? I told you I wasn't. And you said you believed me.”
”I did. Sort of.” She spun around. ”Well, if you weren't gay...if you're not gay, then why didn't you ever make a move on me? Was I not pretty enough?”
”Not pretty enough?”
”I had zits all over my face. And because I was a tall basketball player who liked to get physical on the court, some of the kids thought I was gay too.”
”I knew you weren't.”
”Then why didn't you ever try to kiss me?”
”Because...I wanted to be the strong one in the relations.h.i.+p. And that was never going to happen with you.”
”So, I never even turned you on?”
He smiled. ”Oh, I didn't say that.” He gave her body the once over with smiling eyes.
”Quit looking at me that way.”
”Okay. I'll try to restrain myself.”
”Do you have a girlfriend?”
”No.”
”Ever been married?”
”No.” He hesitated. ”Okay, I know how that looks. But I've been busy. How about you?”
”Have I ever been married? No. I've had a few boyfriends. In fact, I moved here to Dallas to be closer to a guy I was dating. I really thought we had something. But it didn't work out. I always seem to scare them off.”
”I'm sorry, Becca.”
”It's no big deal.”
”Now...the ponytail has got to go. You wear it up most of the time, don't you?”
”Yeah.”
”Good. Let it down. n.o.body will recognize you.” He went into his office and came back with a brush and a wig. He handed her the brush. ”Here you go.”
Rebecca took the brush. ”Is that for you?”
”Yep. This is all I need.” He positioned the wig on his head.
”So, you're going to be the one with the ponytail. You look like Paul Revere.”
”I was going for hippie. Alright, we'll grab you a pair of shoes on the way out. They're on the first floor. You still wear a 10B, right?”
”I can't believe you remembered.”
”Are you kidding? How many times did you throw your smelly basketball shoes at me?”
Rebecca laughed.
”Okay. Let's go to Cafe Nue and do some investigating.”
”You like to go there because of the s.e.xy young waitresses.”
He grinned. ”Sure. As well as the food. It's exquisite. I love their chateaubriand with pommes de terre truffee and the Cabernet Sauvignon.”
”I'd rather have a burger with fries and a diet c.o.ke.”
”They have that too.”
As they went down the staircase, Gabby said, ”I love the name of the place. Cafe Nue. It's French, you know. It means-”
”-I know what it means. Nude Cafe.”
CHAPTER 5 - Monday, 11:25 p.m.
As they walked up to the entrance, Rebecca pointed to the sign on the door: By Reservation Only.
Gabby waved it off. ”Don't worry. I'll handle it.”
They walked into the foyer and stepped to the end of the line.