““What are you doing, Mr. Merrick?" His advance didn't falter. "Unwrapping my gift, Miss Forsythe." "Unwr...?" This time she didn't bother hiding her retreat. "No." His lips curled in sardonic amusement. "You mean to wear your wet cloak all night?" The color in her cheeks intensified. She really was pretty with her creamy skin and full-lipped mouth. Now that he was close enough to look into her eyes, he saw a deep, velvety brown, like pansies. Sexual interest stirred. Nothing quite so strong as arousal, but curiosity that could soon become hunger. "Yes. I mean, no." She raised a shaking hand in its black leather glove. "You're trying to intimidate me." He still smiled. "If I am, I'd say I'm succeeding.””
