what I expected

    He is everything 1 ever wanted in a man, all that I've dreamed of.
When 1 see him, there is a primìtive recognition. Ours eyes meet,
our souls collide.
    "you're not what I expected .."
    "Pardon?" Meghan blinked and focused on the pirate instead of her
runaway pheromones.
    "Um, I meant you're kind of overdressed for a beachside resort.阳His
mouth curved into an odd smile. "Nice shoes."
    She glanced down at the high-heeled white sandals that went with her
walking shorts. 141 guess I haven't gotten into vacation mode yet."
    With a tip of his head, he indicated the crowd of people around them.
"This is some party, huh?"
    "It just got a lot better." Was she flirting? She was ßirting. Cool.
    His smile widened at the inadvertent compliment and he stood a tittle
taller, if that were possible. "1 was thinking the same thing."
    Meghan dropped her gaze, not believing him. 丁his guy was sending out
signals that had her completely off-balance. She fidgeted ， twirling the gold
bracelet around her wrist. J'So, do you come here often?"
    "Never been to this resort before, but I spend a lot of time in Key West."
    "What do you do?"
    "I'm a broker."
    She glanced at his shirt. A blind man could see that bold, gaudy pattern
a mile away. "Forgive the observation, but jt's hard to picture you calling
orders down to the trading floor."
    "Working vacations are always casual. What about you?"
    Someone jostled him from behind. As he tumed to look, he took an
unconscious step toward her. His right hand bumped her breast and a
shock of awareness zinged along her nerve endings. She gasped and he
swung around, looking at her curiously.
    Wow. If she reacted like this to an accidental fondle, she wasn't sure
she could handle a deliberate one. Reeling from the thrill of his unexpected
touch , ít took a second to remember his question.
    "Oh, um. For the past few years I've been working as a paralegal."
    "That's a legal assistant，right?"
    "Yes. I did most of the work for a trial, like filing documents with the
court, interviewing witnesses and preparing evidence." Meghan realized
she was babbling. She smoothed a damp palm over her hair and cleared
her throat. "Anyway, I'm starting at U niversity of Miami Law this fall."
    "So you're going to be an attorney." The comers of his mouth angled
into a smirk. "Did you hear thetre using lawyers in lab experiments now?
Apparently there are some things even rats won't do."
    "Gee, I never heard that one before." She rolled her eyes and laughed
along with him. "I'm going into civillaw, not criminal. I want to do mediation
and binding arbitration."
    "1 guess this is your last vacation for a while." He tipped his beer botlle
toward her in salute. "HereJs hoping it's a memorable one."
    She felt another wave of heat, and not just in her cheeks. His voice was
low and smooth, as sensuous as the rasp of bodies sliding over satin
sheets. .. The sound of 'Iaughter and applause brought her back to the
present.
    "Want to see what's going on?" Her pirate gallantly offered hìs arm,
placing her hand in the crook of his elbow. His skin felt warm, the dark
hairs silky. Her fingertips tingled at the point of contact, sendíng a tremor
along her nerves.
    He forged a path to the pool side of the deck1 made space near the
railing and maneuvered her to stand in front of him. His body heat
penetrated her back and she had a crazy urge to rub her tush against his
zlpper.
    Very subtly, she angled her head to the side. Casting a glance over one
shoulder, Meghan studied :her fantasy man. She mentally stripped off his
g.arish shirt and tight jeans. His body would be perfect-she just knew it.
Lean, hard I athletjc. Hard.