Constance lurked in the hallway outside of the conference rooms, waiting for her client to be brought up from his cell. She made small talk with the desk sergeant-anything to keep busy. At the sound of footsteps and clinking chains, she turned to see him being brought in.
Wow. He looks so much like my dream man. Nicholas Veseli had the same face, hair, and build. Totally gorgeous, even better than in her dreams. If he had the same bright blue eyes and a dragon tattoo, she'd faint.
Scenes from her more erotic dreams played in her head, this time starring her new client. She had to force herself to snap out of it and look away. Even that was a struggle as she kept sneaking peeks. How could this be happening? She finally abandoned her attempt to be discrete and stared openly, her breath caught in her throat.
As he stood facing the conference room door, he turned and fixed her with those exact same blue eyes from her dreams. She might have been able to look away if it weren't for those eyes. But damn! Everything about this guy matched her dream man. What if he had a tattoo? What if he had the very same tattoo?
Unable to look away, their eyes drilled into each other. His gaze was hot and proud, and it electrified her body. Completely paralyzed, she couldn't turn away if she tried. After a few seconds, the officer nudged him toward the room. He tore his gaze away from her and glared at the officer. Then he stepped inside.
So much for discretion. Constance hadn't expected to connect with her client like this. She stood there, uncertain how to proceed. She couldn't rush in and seem too eager. So she counted to three-that seemed like long enough. Then she pushed her hair away from her face and entered the room.
Once inside the conference room, she got her first good look at him. With his paperwork clutched to her chest, she let her jaw fall open and stared some more. He stared right back, watching warily. Suddenly self-conscious, she closed her mouth.
He looked exactly like her dream man, plus a little stubble. If anything, his beard shadow made him look the way he'd appeared in her latest dream. Had that dream been a harbinger of this moment?
Of course, the setting was all wrong. In her last dream, they met in a large poorly-lit room. This was a small brightly-lit room. And also, there wasn't much chance that she would fly into his arms and make love right now-not that she wasn't getting a little excited by the idea. Constance ran through her older dreams of him, searching for a setting that looked like a police station. Nothing came up.