about?"
"Hair art."
"Like for supermodels?" he asked as he led
her from the main gallery up the large staircase.
"No. It's a type of art from the nineteenth
century, where they took the hair of dead loved ones and turned it
into paintings." She made a face. "My friend Gwen told me about
it."
"Creepy."
"No kidding. I'd have tried to pry myself
away, but my agent's been trying to hook me up with Kali Singh
forever. Being featured in her column would up sales." She looked
around. "Where are we going? There's not much going on up
here."
"Exactly." He guided her into a secluded
alcove hidden by a curtain and turned her into his arms.
"This is the romantic emergency?" she asked,
putting her arms around his neck.
"I'm dying," he whispered, kissing her lovely
neck.
She arched her head back. "Do you need mouth
to mouth?"
"Hell yeah." He took her lips, just like he'd
been thinking about all day.
They kissed, and kissed some more, until it
wasn't enough. He lifted his head and looked around. "Here," he
said, leading her to the windowsill. He perched on it and drew her
between his legs.
But soon that wasn't enough either—for either
one of them. Lola was the one who made the next gesture, undoing
his pants and pulling him out.
They both looked down at her hand holding it.
Then he reached into his pocket and handed her the condom he'd
brought, just in case.
She smiled like a siren as she sheathed him
with it and then climbed on. Straddling him, she sighed as she slid
all the way down. "We seem to get it on standing up a lot."
He untied the back of her dress, exposing a
lacy black bra. "Do you mind?"
"Do I seem like I mind?"
"It's a good leg workout." He lowered one
side of the bra and thumbed her nipple.
She hissed, arching into his touch. "That's
exactly what I think every time we do this."
"If you're able to think, I'm not doing this
right."
"You're doing okay, but you can always try
harder."
"Harder I can do," he murmured against her
neck, and he did just that.
Chapter Fifteen
Kristin asked Eve for a week of strategic
scheduling: to work later in the mornings rather than opening. She
wanted to give Rob a chance to miss her by not starting off his day
with her.
Eve had asked her what'd happen if he didn't
notice, but Kristin was confident he would. A man didn't kiss a
woman like Rob had and then forget her.
Monday, she resumed her normal schedule. She
toyed with the idea of looking especially nice for when she saw
him, but she didn't want him to have unreasonable expectations of
what he was getting.
Like clockwork, Rob came in for coffee and
pastries before work, Chanel trotting alongside him.
Kristin felt a tingle of excitement at the
way he smoldered at her as he stalked toward the counter. She
wanted to crawl across the top and meet him halfway for another one
of those explosive kisses.
But instead she tipped her head and gave him
a knowing smile to remind him how sassy her lips could be.
"Hi."
"Where have you been?"
She poured him coffee. "Did you miss me?"
He looked her over like he wanted to drizzle
chocolate on her and lick her clean. "I have a proposition for
you."
"The answer is yes."
A smile touched his lips. "You don't know
what it is."
"No, but I can hope."
"I have something I need help with. You're
the perfect person for it."
"Am I?" she asked softly.
"Yes," he said confidently. "Maybe we could
get together later today to discuss the details? Over dinner."
She loved the idea of a date. "That'd be
great."
"Remember where I live?" When she nodded, he
said, "Come over around seven."
"I'll be there."
He smoldered at her all the way out the door.
She waited till she couldn't see him to thrust a fist in the air.
" Yes ."
It wasn't until later that she noticed they'd
both forgotten about his coffee and pastry. Oh well—she'd give him
something even more delicious and sweet later.
Kristin arrived at Rob's a few minutes late,
because she went home to wash the coffee smell
"Hair art."
"Like for supermodels?" he asked as he led
her from the main gallery up the large staircase.
"No. It's a type of art from the nineteenth
century, where they took the hair of dead loved ones and turned it
into paintings." She made a face. "My friend Gwen told me about
it."
"Creepy."
"No kidding. I'd have tried to pry myself
away, but my agent's been trying to hook me up with Kali Singh
forever. Being featured in her column would up sales." She looked
around. "Where are we going? There's not much going on up
here."
"Exactly." He guided her into a secluded
alcove hidden by a curtain and turned her into his arms.
"This is the romantic emergency?" she asked,
putting her arms around his neck.
"I'm dying," he whispered, kissing her lovely
neck.
She arched her head back. "Do you need mouth
to mouth?"
"Hell yeah." He took her lips, just like he'd
been thinking about all day.
They kissed, and kissed some more, until it
wasn't enough. He lifted his head and looked around. "Here," he
said, leading her to the windowsill. He perched on it and drew her
between his legs.
But soon that wasn't enough either—for either
one of them. Lola was the one who made the next gesture, undoing
his pants and pulling him out.
They both looked down at her hand holding it.
Then he reached into his pocket and handed her the condom he'd
brought, just in case.
She smiled like a siren as she sheathed him
with it and then climbed on. Straddling him, she sighed as she slid
all the way down. "We seem to get it on standing up a lot."
He untied the back of her dress, exposing a
lacy black bra. "Do you mind?"
"Do I seem like I mind?"
"It's a good leg workout." He lowered one
side of the bra and thumbed her nipple.
She hissed, arching into his touch. "That's
exactly what I think every time we do this."
"If you're able to think, I'm not doing this
right."
"You're doing okay, but you can always try
harder."
"Harder I can do," he murmured against her
neck, and he did just that.
Chapter Fifteen
Kristin asked Eve for a week of strategic
scheduling: to work later in the mornings rather than opening. She
wanted to give Rob a chance to miss her by not starting off his day
with her.
Eve had asked her what'd happen if he didn't
notice, but Kristin was confident he would. A man didn't kiss a
woman like Rob had and then forget her.
Monday, she resumed her normal schedule. She
toyed with the idea of looking especially nice for when she saw
him, but she didn't want him to have unreasonable expectations of
what he was getting.
Like clockwork, Rob came in for coffee and
pastries before work, Chanel trotting alongside him.
Kristin felt a tingle of excitement at the
way he smoldered at her as he stalked toward the counter. She
wanted to crawl across the top and meet him halfway for another one
of those explosive kisses.
But instead she tipped her head and gave him
a knowing smile to remind him how sassy her lips could be.
"Hi."
"Where have you been?"
She poured him coffee. "Did you miss me?"
He looked her over like he wanted to drizzle
chocolate on her and lick her clean. "I have a proposition for
you."
"The answer is yes."
A smile touched his lips. "You don't know
what it is."
"No, but I can hope."
"I have something I need help with. You're
the perfect person for it."
"Am I?" she asked softly.
"Yes," he said confidently. "Maybe we could
get together later today to discuss the details? Over dinner."
She loved the idea of a date. "That'd be
great."
"Remember where I live?" When she nodded, he
said, "Come over around seven."
"I'll be there."
He smoldered at her all the way out the door.
She waited till she couldn't see him to thrust a fist in the air.
" Yes ."
It wasn't until later that she noticed they'd
both forgotten about his coffee and pastry. Oh well—she'd give him
something even more delicious and sweet later.
Kristin arrived at Rob's a few minutes late,
because she went home to wash the coffee smell
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