Christmas At Twilight (2014)
“She’d freaked out on him and he hadn’t run away. The man was either a keeper or a glutton for punishment. He’d been beyond patient with her.
“You ready?” he asked.
Gingerbread candles flickered on the dresser. The lights were off. The table was set up, and the massage oil warmed.
“Come . . .” she squeaked. She couldn’t blame a rusty voice for the changes in her pitch. It was pure nerves. She cleared her throat, tried again. “Come in.”
He strutted into the room, cock-of-the-walk, with nothing bu...t a towel around his waist. He took one look at her face and said, “You’re not ready for this.”
“I’m always ready to give a massage.”
“That’s not what I’m talking about and you know it.”
She ignored that. Patted the table. “Up here.”
His eyes narrowed to her neck.
She reached up to finger the simple gold chain that had once belonged to her mother.
His gaze dropped to her body. “You put your jeans back on.”
“I got cold.”
“You have me at a disadvantage.”MoreLess
“You ready?” he asked.
Gingerbread candles flickered on the dresser. The lights were off. The table was set up, and the massage oil warmed.
“Come . . .” she squeaked. She couldn’t blame a rusty voice for the changes in her pitch. It was pure nerves. She cleared her throat, tried again. “Come in.”
He strutted into the room, cock-of-the-walk, with nothing bu...t a towel around his waist. He took one look at her face and said, “You’re not ready for this.”
“I’m always ready to give a massage.”
“That’s not what I’m talking about and you know it.”
She ignored that. Patted the table. “Up here.”
His eyes narrowed to her neck.
She reached up to finger the simple gold chain that had once belonged to her mother.
His gaze dropped to her body. “You put your jeans back on.”
“I got cold.”
“You have me at a disadvantage.”MoreLess
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