shower,” Daemon said angrily, pounding on the bathroom door.
There was no answer. He could hear the music blasting and realized that she couldn’t hear him. Annoyed, he opened the bathroom door. Immediately, the scent of what had become her signature scent; Lancome’s Miracle hit his senses causing him to reassess his plan.
“Casey, I’m talking to you,” he said, glad that he couldn’t make out her body parts through the shower curtain.
Calm down, girl, and get your senses together. “What?” she shouted back when she knew her voice was reliable.
As Daemon turned the stereo off, the shower curtain whipped open, giving him a wide view of what he’d been waiting to see again for years. Her chocolate body had filled out more, her breast had grown at least a cup size in his mind. Both her waist and stomach still flat and trim. Her hips were fuller and had curves for days. They both froze, watching one another. Casey’s brown eyed gaze slid down his body and settled on his crotch.
Yeah, he want me , she thought convinced that his erection was due to seeing her butt-ass naked. Seductively, she lifted her eyes to his and smiled before she pulled the curtain closed.
Surely he couldn’t take that long look at her long, thick, naked body and not want it. After turning off the water, she stuck her hand out for a towel and was surprised when Daemon grabbed her arm and tugged her from the shower.
She frowned. “What?” she asked breathlessly. Being this close to him had its advantages, she suspected. But having him look at her this way, with disapproval, couldn’t be a good thing.
“Get dressed and come down to the office,” he ordered pushing a towel at her.
“Hhmp,” she huffed with a roll of her eyes. Disappointment swimming in her eyes, Casey snatched her arm away from him and murmured, “You can kiss my ass, Daemon.”
At twenty-one she proved to be more of a problem now than she had when she was younger. While he wished that she would hurry up and wrap the towel around her body, his erection did not.
“Enough people have been kissing your ass, Case baby, now get dressed and meet me downstairs,” he ordered.
He does that so well , she thought. “Whatever,” she responded. Angrily, she began to wrap the towel around her body. “I don’t need this shit from you today, D. I really don’t. Do I have to remind you that I’m not your responsibility?” she inquired with a gleam in her eyes.
Moving her body in what she knew he considered his personal space was a calculated move and one she hoped she’d be rewarded for. She leaned closer and whispered in his ear, “Yeah, you remember.”
His hands went to her waist. It haunted him daily that at his whim she could be his, that he could have her, if he wanted her, and to know that he never would.
Laughing, she pulled away and circled around him to get out of the bathroom.
“You are my responsibility,” he murmured more to himself than to her. He’d forgotten that once, but he wouldn’t again.
“I am not and I won’t let you forget it,” she shouted back. The slam of her bedroom door was next.
The temptation to go after her was there but he suppressed and tapered it down, like he’d done his earlier anger. She’d gotten him so worked up he’d nearly forgotten why she was receiving a royal summons in the first place. Then again, that would’ve been hard. She paraded different guys around him at every given opportunity. They hadn’t interested him until he happened to overhear what went on with these men. He didn’t like it one bit and couldn’t wait to spell it out for her in big bold capital letters.
Catrina
The loud shrill of the telephone had twenty-one-year-old Catrina Price jumping nervously from her sleep to grab it off the hook. Her voice husky from sleep, she answered, “Hello?”
“Did I wake you up?” a male voice questioned. She recognized the voice but couldn’t identify it in her sleepiness.
“Who’s this?”
There was no answer. He could hear the music blasting and realized that she couldn’t hear him. Annoyed, he opened the bathroom door. Immediately, the scent of what had become her signature scent; Lancome’s Miracle hit his senses causing him to reassess his plan.
“Casey, I’m talking to you,” he said, glad that he couldn’t make out her body parts through the shower curtain.
Calm down, girl, and get your senses together. “What?” she shouted back when she knew her voice was reliable.
As Daemon turned the stereo off, the shower curtain whipped open, giving him a wide view of what he’d been waiting to see again for years. Her chocolate body had filled out more, her breast had grown at least a cup size in his mind. Both her waist and stomach still flat and trim. Her hips were fuller and had curves for days. They both froze, watching one another. Casey’s brown eyed gaze slid down his body and settled on his crotch.
Yeah, he want me , she thought convinced that his erection was due to seeing her butt-ass naked. Seductively, she lifted her eyes to his and smiled before she pulled the curtain closed.
Surely he couldn’t take that long look at her long, thick, naked body and not want it. After turning off the water, she stuck her hand out for a towel and was surprised when Daemon grabbed her arm and tugged her from the shower.
She frowned. “What?” she asked breathlessly. Being this close to him had its advantages, she suspected. But having him look at her this way, with disapproval, couldn’t be a good thing.
“Get dressed and come down to the office,” he ordered pushing a towel at her.
“Hhmp,” she huffed with a roll of her eyes. Disappointment swimming in her eyes, Casey snatched her arm away from him and murmured, “You can kiss my ass, Daemon.”
At twenty-one she proved to be more of a problem now than she had when she was younger. While he wished that she would hurry up and wrap the towel around her body, his erection did not.
“Enough people have been kissing your ass, Case baby, now get dressed and meet me downstairs,” he ordered.
He does that so well , she thought. “Whatever,” she responded. Angrily, she began to wrap the towel around her body. “I don’t need this shit from you today, D. I really don’t. Do I have to remind you that I’m not your responsibility?” she inquired with a gleam in her eyes.
Moving her body in what she knew he considered his personal space was a calculated move and one she hoped she’d be rewarded for. She leaned closer and whispered in his ear, “Yeah, you remember.”
His hands went to her waist. It haunted him daily that at his whim she could be his, that he could have her, if he wanted her, and to know that he never would.
Laughing, she pulled away and circled around him to get out of the bathroom.
“You are my responsibility,” he murmured more to himself than to her. He’d forgotten that once, but he wouldn’t again.
“I am not and I won’t let you forget it,” she shouted back. The slam of her bedroom door was next.
The temptation to go after her was there but he suppressed and tapered it down, like he’d done his earlier anger. She’d gotten him so worked up he’d nearly forgotten why she was receiving a royal summons in the first place. Then again, that would’ve been hard. She paraded different guys around him at every given opportunity. They hadn’t interested him until he happened to overhear what went on with these men. He didn’t like it one bit and couldn’t wait to spell it out for her in big bold capital letters.
Catrina
The loud shrill of the telephone had twenty-one-year-old Catrina Price jumping nervously from her sleep to grab it off the hook. Her voice husky from sleep, she answered, “Hello?”
“Did I wake you up?” a male voice questioned. She recognized the voice but couldn’t identify it in her sleepiness.
“Who’s this?”
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