She was still as beautiful as he remembered from that memorable meeting in the wording, and also extremely elegant and extremely sensual. She wore a black lace dress, not reaching to the knees, and her long slim legs in black nylons led him into raptures. Roger involuntarily introduced as the legs wrap around his waist, and he felt the desire. He barely looked up and was rewarded for it. Low-cut dress bared shoulders thin and delicate curve of the neck, and he wanted to touch the silky skin. He looked at the face-centered Tracy. The revelation could come at any moment, and then an explosion. He should be ready for this. If Roger was sure about what Tracy Sommers, it's that it does not come to the delight of their meeting, but it did not bother him. She stood before him, beautiful and desirable, and liked it even more when angry. He wanted to turn her anger into a passion that he had no doubt hidden beneath this feigned restraint.