SilkenSeduction by Tara Nina Page A

tone, “Keep in
touch.”
    “You too,” Temair managed to say before he disconnected.
    The erotic timbre of his accent lingered in her ear as she
closed her cell phone and dropped it back into her pocket.
    “You too,” she whispered then stood to help the next person
who’d stopped to look at her designs. But her heart wasn’t in it.
    * * * * *
    Three weeks came and went.
    Temair and Lisanne were busier than ever. The trade show
paid off. The watch company she made contact with dropped a contract in her lap
to design their new spring line of watches. The production and advertising for
it would start that winter. It didn’t leave her much time to create, but she
seemed to work better under pressure.
    Customer traffic increased. Orders were placed and she was
working her fingers to the bone, making the most creative pieces of her
artistic jewelry career. It was as if a dark cloud had been lifted from her
imagination.
    She thanked Evan for that. Though she hadn’t heard from him,
and didn’t have the guts to email or call, she still thought of him, of the
sensations of pure pleasure he’d taught by simply loving her feet and legs.
    Just thinking of him made her shiver, and she paused in her
work. She laid down her tools, turned in her chair, and stretched her arms over
her head and her legs out in front of her. A day hadn’t gone by where she
didn’t wear some form of hosiery and sexy shoes and think of him, of his hands
and the feel of his cock nestled in the grip of her feet. She liked the
empowerment she seemed to derive from the thought of their brief sexual
encounter. Temair wiggled her toes and couldn’t help but stare at the
fascinating appendages.
    Sensual little buggers that at the moment were in need of a
pedicure. She snorted as she turned back to the jeweler’s bench. Maybe tomorrow
she’d take an hour and visit the nail salon. She shook her head, knowing no one
would ever love her feet like Evan.
    “Hey, Temair,” Lisanne called as she entered the back room
of the shop. “You got a package. Special delivery from London.”
    Temair froze and her lips parted slightly as she swallowed a
gasp. There was only one person she knew from there.
    “ Enjoy. ” Lisanne winked, tossed the package on the
bench in front of her, and turned to answer the ding of the bell above the
store’s front door.
    The customer’s arrival gave Temair no chance to question
Lisanne’s odd comment. Enjoy? What did she mean by that? Temair never
shared her Evan experiences with Lisanne. Curiosity fired to life. What was in
that box? And was she right to suspect it was from Evan? Could it be from
someone else?
    Trembling fingers lifted it from the workbench. The package
was not large or heavy. In fact, it was light and the size of a standard
ten-by-twelve-inch box. It didn’t rattle when she shook it. She noted the
return address was marked simply as E. , no actual address was listed,
nor was there any sign of postage.
    Oh my god! Her heart skipped a beat. He had a package
delivered to her. Temair’s insides knotted knowing he thought of her. How he
had it delivered didn’t matter. Her hands shook as she worked at the packing
tape and wiggled the box free of the brown paper wrapping. For a moment, all
she could do was stare at the white box. Curiosity got the better of her, and
she lifted the lid.
    A beautiful pale-blue notecard sat on top of the neatly
folded tissue paper covering the present. She opened it and read, hearing his
voice inside her head.
     
    For the loveliest set of legs I’ve ever experienced.
    Wear these and think of me.
    Until next we meet,
    E.
     
    Temair peeled back the tissue paper. Carefully, she lifted a
black lace garter complete with silk stockings from the box. The stockings were
made of the softest, sheerest material. She smiled, caressing her cheek with
the stockings. This was a gift she’d cherish, whether she wore them or not
didn’t matter.
    Evan Lyndsay had given her more than just a gift.