opportunity to perform your prerequisites for proving myself.”
He’s got me there. I can’t back out or I’ll lose my footing. “Yes. I’d love for you to come in.”
Once inside, I kick off my shoes by the door. “God, that feels so much better.” I pull the tie out of my hair and shake it until it flows freely, my scalp sore from wearing my hair up all day. “I’m gonna change into something more comfortable. Help yourself to a drink. You know where the whisky is.”
I opt for tight black yoga pants and a fitted white T-shirt. It’s one of those outfits that isn’t intentionally sexy, yet it is.
I return to the living room and find that Sin has poured JW for two. Tall and neat, waiting for me on the end table.
I sit in the spot he’s chosen for me since I figure there’s motive, but he completely surprises me when he moves to the floor at my feet. “Hard day, Bonny Bleu?”
It seems I have a nickname. It’s sweet. Score: one, Sinclair.
“It was rough but it’s much improved since you did whatever you did to make the grabby hands leave me alone.”
“No one’s bothering you?” He reaches for my right foot and rubs.
Shit, that feels good. I think I may orgasm.
I shake my head. “Not anymore.”
“I could do a better job if I had lotion or oil. Do you have any?”
“Umm … yeah. I think it’s on the bathroom counter.”
He disappears down the hall, then reappears with my favorite body lotion and sits at my feet again. He squeezes a generous amount into his hand and begins his sweet seduction of gliding his palms over my feet. “You were telling me about your day.”
I can barely concentrate enough to put a coherent sentence together. “It was okay.”
“Just okay?” He sounds a little disappointed.
“It got better once I found a beautiful red rose and invitation for a date tomorrow night. Thank you, by the way. It was a lovely surprise.”
“Is that an affirmative?”
Really? He’s asking after he rearranged my work schedule? “I don’t recall there being a question anywhere on the note. Only instructions to be ready at seven.”
“Please, bear with me, Bleu.” He stops massaging, so I open my eyes. “This is new to me.”
He looks so sweet sitting on the floor … serving me. “I can see that and I also know you’re trying. Please know it doesn’t go unnoticed. I appreciate your effort.”
“Let me try this again because I want to get it right.” He clears his throat. “Will you please join me for dinner tomorrow night and perhaps dancing afterward?”
How in the world can I say no to that? “Yes. I’d be happy to.”
He applies more lotion to his hands and works his way up my calves.
“You haven’t been to the bar in a couple of days.”
“I’ve been working on a really important case.”
“Oh.” I’m glad to know his reason for not coming wasn’t his choice.
“Did you think I wasn’t showing up because I wasn’t interested in seeing you?”
“Maybe.”
“Were you disappointed?”
I think I should throw him a bone. “Maybe.”
“Damn, you don’t give much away.”
He’s right. I have to make myself more vulnerable. “Most men don’t appreciate hearing the word no when it comes to sex, so I thought you were skipping out on me.” I shrug. “I must confess it was a huge letdown to not see you for two days. I wondered if my demands might have been too much for you to handle or maybe I was a turnoff.”
“It’s the opposite for me. I’ve never been more turned on.”
“I’m calling bullshit.” As much as I hate to admit it, that damn Geneen was stunning—until I broke her nose. “I’ve seen the women at the bar. Some are gorgeous and have bodies to die for. There’s no way I’m the biggest turn-on you’ve ever had.”
“Bleu. Those women are beautiful until you know them and understand their motives for being at Duncan’s. Every last one of them wants to be claimed, and they’re willing to do whatever it takes to
He’s got me there. I can’t back out or I’ll lose my footing. “Yes. I’d love for you to come in.”
Once inside, I kick off my shoes by the door. “God, that feels so much better.” I pull the tie out of my hair and shake it until it flows freely, my scalp sore from wearing my hair up all day. “I’m gonna change into something more comfortable. Help yourself to a drink. You know where the whisky is.”
I opt for tight black yoga pants and a fitted white T-shirt. It’s one of those outfits that isn’t intentionally sexy, yet it is.
I return to the living room and find that Sin has poured JW for two. Tall and neat, waiting for me on the end table.
I sit in the spot he’s chosen for me since I figure there’s motive, but he completely surprises me when he moves to the floor at my feet. “Hard day, Bonny Bleu?”
It seems I have a nickname. It’s sweet. Score: one, Sinclair.
“It was rough but it’s much improved since you did whatever you did to make the grabby hands leave me alone.”
“No one’s bothering you?” He reaches for my right foot and rubs.
Shit, that feels good. I think I may orgasm.
I shake my head. “Not anymore.”
“I could do a better job if I had lotion or oil. Do you have any?”
“Umm … yeah. I think it’s on the bathroom counter.”
He disappears down the hall, then reappears with my favorite body lotion and sits at my feet again. He squeezes a generous amount into his hand and begins his sweet seduction of gliding his palms over my feet. “You were telling me about your day.”
I can barely concentrate enough to put a coherent sentence together. “It was okay.”
“Just okay?” He sounds a little disappointed.
“It got better once I found a beautiful red rose and invitation for a date tomorrow night. Thank you, by the way. It was a lovely surprise.”
“Is that an affirmative?”
Really? He’s asking after he rearranged my work schedule? “I don’t recall there being a question anywhere on the note. Only instructions to be ready at seven.”
“Please, bear with me, Bleu.” He stops massaging, so I open my eyes. “This is new to me.”
He looks so sweet sitting on the floor … serving me. “I can see that and I also know you’re trying. Please know it doesn’t go unnoticed. I appreciate your effort.”
“Let me try this again because I want to get it right.” He clears his throat. “Will you please join me for dinner tomorrow night and perhaps dancing afterward?”
How in the world can I say no to that? “Yes. I’d be happy to.”
He applies more lotion to his hands and works his way up my calves.
“You haven’t been to the bar in a couple of days.”
“I’ve been working on a really important case.”
“Oh.” I’m glad to know his reason for not coming wasn’t his choice.
“Did you think I wasn’t showing up because I wasn’t interested in seeing you?”
“Maybe.”
“Were you disappointed?”
I think I should throw him a bone. “Maybe.”
“Damn, you don’t give much away.”
He’s right. I have to make myself more vulnerable. “Most men don’t appreciate hearing the word no when it comes to sex, so I thought you were skipping out on me.” I shrug. “I must confess it was a huge letdown to not see you for two days. I wondered if my demands might have been too much for you to handle or maybe I was a turnoff.”
“It’s the opposite for me. I’ve never been more turned on.”
“I’m calling bullshit.” As much as I hate to admit it, that damn Geneen was stunning—until I broke her nose. “I’ve seen the women at the bar. Some are gorgeous and have bodies to die for. There’s no way I’m the biggest turn-on you’ve ever had.”
“Bleu. Those women are beautiful until you know them and understand their motives for being at Duncan’s. Every last one of them wants to be claimed, and they’re willing to do whatever it takes to
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