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fold of each elbow.

Carefully then Kate made up her face, still standing naked before the
glass. A little liner to accentuate her large blue eyes, mascara for
the long lashes, a hint of blue eye shadow in the crease of the lid. A
blushing gel for a little color in her smooth cheeks and lipstick. She
was beginning to look like herself ... or rather like herself when she
bothered with make-up. Feeling a little giddy now from the excitement
and the repressed apprehension, she giggled and touched the blushing
gel to her nipples too. They hardened instantly to the touch.

She stood back and looked at herself. Cole couldn't have done too much
better in Paris, she thought smugly, except that she didn't really have
that smoldering sex look that the French movie stars affected. Well,
he was just going to have to make do with the gal next door type that
he'd married.

Laughing, Kate shook the towel from her wet hair and bent forward from
the waist to rub it dry. She rubbed and brushed vigorously, feeling
the blood rush to her face. Suddenly she stopped, listening to the
voices outside in the still air. Not a single word could be understood
from up here.

As she used the hand held hair dryer to blow her hair she heard a lot
of door slamming. The muscles in her naked stomach knotted. If only
there'd been time to tell Cole gently about Eric and Angel. She'd had
it all planned for tomorrow night ... but he'd taken her by surprise.
It had to be all right. It just had to!

Suddenly she heard the bedroom door fling open and then slam. Kate
grabbed her yellow silk kimono from the back of the bathroom door and
threw it on. Damn! She wasn't quite ready for Cole yet.

"Where are you, baby? Getting all prettied up for the old man?" There
was a vicious sneer in Cole's voice. Kate rushed into the bedroom, her
breasts bouncing under the thin silk.

"Yes. I was, darling. I'm not quite through yet. My hair isn't dry
..." Her voice trailed off. Cole was leaning against the closed door
he'd slammed shut, a drink in his hand, his tie off and his jacket
gone.

He looked at her coldly, his eyes hard and flinty. Kate felt her
stomach tighten. He looked furious. Oh God. What was she going to
do? She couldn't very well send those boys packing.

She'd known he'd be mad but not this vicious tight-lipped mad that was
so palpable she could almost feel it hanging in the room like heat.

"Well, that's mighty kind of you ... seeing as how you took care of