buckle, and fancy leather cowboy boots. His black hair complemented the outfit, while the form-fitting clothing hinted at a toned physique, one the ladies drooled over.
"Wow."
The corners of his mouth kicked up as his gaze raked her from head to toe. "School teacher, huh?"
"Yep. It seemed the most appropriate. What do you think?" She spun around for him.
"It fits you and will make the men wonder what treasures are hidden beneath that dress."
"Really?"
He nodded and offered his arm. "Didn't you know that men like a bit of mystery?"
She pocketed her room key before linking their arms, settling her hand on his silk shirt-covered forearm. "Honestly, I hadn't considered it before, just assumed they liked to catch a look of whatever female parts were on display."
"Ah. While some men might, others prefer the less obvious, more demure ladies."
"So which do you prefer?" She glanced up at him as he punched the button for the elevator.
"That would be telling." He grinned wickedly before leading her into the elevator, giving a courteous nod to the other two women already inside.
Fancy leaned against the right side as all eyes watched the number at the top front, waiting to hit the ground. Only a moment later, a large jolt and whine ended their descent with the doors still firmly shut.
"Oh, no. Don't tell me it's not working," the older lady in the back whispered in worry.
Fancy frowned but remained quiet. Not claustrophobic, she waited impatiently for the large metal box to begin moving once again.
"Oh, my," a young redhead whispered in awe, her gaze locked on Mitch.
Mitch poked buttons, but nothing happened. With a sigh, he pulled out his cell phone. "I'm going to report the problem. Maybe they have someone here that can get us moving again."
We can only hope. Fancy shook her head. Not the beginning of the perfect night that she envisioned. If this was a sign of what was to come, she might as well tromp back upstairs, crawl under the covers, and hope tomorrow proved a brand new day.
Her gaze landed on Mitch's sculpted posterior, and she promptly forgot about their present predicament. She could drag him back to her room, strip him down, and squeeze his lovely rear like a roll of toilet paper. Her fingers could trace every hill and valley of his body, taste him, explore him, and discover the truth behind the codpiece he'd worn not too long ago. The thought sent her belly into a slow somersault and whetted her appetite for more. The thoughts, so unlike her, latched in her mind, refusing to budge as they became more and more elaborate and detailed, astonishing her while revving up her dormant libido at the same time. She fanned herself against the sudden heat flushing through her system.
Who needed a penis pacifier when Mitch was around?
Chapter 11
Mitch disconnected the call to the hotel front desk. "We might as well sit down and make ourselves comfortable. They have to call in the elevator repairman, and that might be a bit before he arrives."
"Wonderful. We're going to miss the costume party." The middle-aged woman checked her watch and sighed heavily, her large bosom lifting and lowering with the effort behind her red plaid western shirt tucked into brown denim jeans. "It's already seven. Time for the party to start." Looking up, she met the gaze of the others. "I guess we might as well get to know one another. I'm Jane Chambers."
"The romance author?" His eyebrow shot up.
"Why, yes. You know of me?" Her lips curled up into a smile.
"I've done some cover shoots for your books."
"My best sellers, I bet." She tittered.
Directly across from him, he noticed the redhead blink in recognition, a wide smile appearing on her face. Starstruck and hungry came to mind. "I'm Darla and your biggest fan."
The red hair, the shape of her face, and overbite. Emerald green eyes widened in excitement. He compared her with the picture he had back in his room. Donna. Darla. Bingo. They matched too closely for coincidence. Talk
"Wow."
The corners of his mouth kicked up as his gaze raked her from head to toe. "School teacher, huh?"
"Yep. It seemed the most appropriate. What do you think?" She spun around for him.
"It fits you and will make the men wonder what treasures are hidden beneath that dress."
"Really?"
He nodded and offered his arm. "Didn't you know that men like a bit of mystery?"
She pocketed her room key before linking their arms, settling her hand on his silk shirt-covered forearm. "Honestly, I hadn't considered it before, just assumed they liked to catch a look of whatever female parts were on display."
"Ah. While some men might, others prefer the less obvious, more demure ladies."
"So which do you prefer?" She glanced up at him as he punched the button for the elevator.
"That would be telling." He grinned wickedly before leading her into the elevator, giving a courteous nod to the other two women already inside.
Fancy leaned against the right side as all eyes watched the number at the top front, waiting to hit the ground. Only a moment later, a large jolt and whine ended their descent with the doors still firmly shut.
"Oh, no. Don't tell me it's not working," the older lady in the back whispered in worry.
Fancy frowned but remained quiet. Not claustrophobic, she waited impatiently for the large metal box to begin moving once again.
"Oh, my," a young redhead whispered in awe, her gaze locked on Mitch.
Mitch poked buttons, but nothing happened. With a sigh, he pulled out his cell phone. "I'm going to report the problem. Maybe they have someone here that can get us moving again."
We can only hope. Fancy shook her head. Not the beginning of the perfect night that she envisioned. If this was a sign of what was to come, she might as well tromp back upstairs, crawl under the covers, and hope tomorrow proved a brand new day.
Her gaze landed on Mitch's sculpted posterior, and she promptly forgot about their present predicament. She could drag him back to her room, strip him down, and squeeze his lovely rear like a roll of toilet paper. Her fingers could trace every hill and valley of his body, taste him, explore him, and discover the truth behind the codpiece he'd worn not too long ago. The thought sent her belly into a slow somersault and whetted her appetite for more. The thoughts, so unlike her, latched in her mind, refusing to budge as they became more and more elaborate and detailed, astonishing her while revving up her dormant libido at the same time. She fanned herself against the sudden heat flushing through her system.
Who needed a penis pacifier when Mitch was around?
Chapter 11
Mitch disconnected the call to the hotel front desk. "We might as well sit down and make ourselves comfortable. They have to call in the elevator repairman, and that might be a bit before he arrives."
"Wonderful. We're going to miss the costume party." The middle-aged woman checked her watch and sighed heavily, her large bosom lifting and lowering with the effort behind her red plaid western shirt tucked into brown denim jeans. "It's already seven. Time for the party to start." Looking up, she met the gaze of the others. "I guess we might as well get to know one another. I'm Jane Chambers."
"The romance author?" His eyebrow shot up.
"Why, yes. You know of me?" Her lips curled up into a smile.
"I've done some cover shoots for your books."
"My best sellers, I bet." She tittered.
Directly across from him, he noticed the redhead blink in recognition, a wide smile appearing on her face. Starstruck and hungry came to mind. "I'm Darla and your biggest fan."
The red hair, the shape of her face, and overbite. Emerald green eyes widened in excitement. He compared her with the picture he had back in his room. Donna. Darla. Bingo. They matched too closely for coincidence. Talk
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