Trouble in Triplicate
“It was small and cozy and romantic, just as Liwy had said it would be. Juliet glanced up at Caine, who stood by her side, staring at the bed.
He cleared his throat. "I'll. . . er, wash up in the bathroom while you . . . uh, get undressed, Juliet." The bathroom door closed behind him. Juliet heard him turn the key in the lock. She stood in the middle of the room, nonplussed by Caine's sudden flight. Was he nervous? Caine Saxon? She mentally scoffed at the notion.
She wasn't nervous. Not now. She unzipped her dress and hung it carefully on a hanger in the small closet. No, she wasn't nervous at all. Somehow it felt right being here with Caine. She felt safe. Her body began to tingle with anticipatory excitement. She felt safe, yet more excited and alive than she'd ever felt in her life. It should have been an odd contradiction, but it wasn't. Not at all.
Her dress was fully lined, so she'd worn no slip. She frowned a little as she removed her panty hose.
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