Chapter One
White. The color of purity…
Tarrah quickly tossed the brassiere over her shoulder. That wasn’t the image she wanted to project.
Black. The color of sophistication… Elegance…
Sophistication wasn’t exactly what Tarrah was thinking when she imagined Swanson’s strong hands grasping her thighs and making her call out his name. Nope this one had to go as well.
Red. The color of love. The color of passion. But also… The color of fire, sparks, intensity…and lust. Pure, wanton lust.
Tarrah nodded. No contest.
The door blew open just as Tarrah clasped the red lace bra in place, startling her. She scrambled to cover her chest with her hands. “Shit, Georgia, don’t you knock?”
The tall, gorgeous blonde chuckled as she crossed her arms over her white cashmere sweater. “You took the full length mirror out of the bathroom.” Georgia’s expression dropped and she arched an eyebrow. “Why are you wearing lingerie?”
Because I’m going to bang your cousin like a screen door in a tornado. Tarrah couldn’t say that, though, because Georgia wasn’t aware of Tarrah and Swanson’s “activities” during the annual visit to her family’s home. “No reason.” Tarrah gave a crooked smile. “Anyway, I’m not done with it yet. Give me five minutes to get my clothes on.”
Georgia crossed the small dorm room and picked up the little red dress lying on Tarrah’s bed. “Why do you always dress so sexy on Christmas Eve? We’re just going to my family’s holiday weekend. You know we do nothing but watch replays of my and Swanson’s old basketball games. If anything, you should be wearing a jersey. I tucked an extra one in my bag for when we arrive, if you want?”
Uh, yeah, no. “That’s okay. It’s really the only time I can dress up so I take advantage of it.” It wasn’t exactly a lie. There was always the annual Mathelete’s block party, but that was more of a sweater-set combo event, and she still managed to be the best dressed there. Well, unless one counted the designer Pi Formula shirt her captain had gotten from Paris—which she didn’t.
Georgia nodded, then pointed to the upper corner of the mirror. “Hey, is that a new one? Where are they now?”
Tarrah gazed to the neatly taped postcard she’d hung of her parents in their archeological research gear. “Cairo. They’ve been at that dig site for a few weeks now. But guess what? They’re coming home for New Year’s.” She beamed.
Georgia’s eyes widened in pleasant surprise. “That’s great, Tarrah. How long’s it been since they came to visit for a holiday?”
Tarrah knew exactly how long: four years. Four long, lonely holidays, but it was a sacrifice she’d been willing to make if it meant she didn’t have to spend her college years on a dig site. That’s how she’d spent her high school years. No. Thank you . Still, she missed her parents terribly. “They’ve never come for a holiday, but they did come for my birthday a few years back.”
“Well, that’s really great, Tarrah.” Georgia rubbed Tarrah’s back. “So you’ll have something to look forward to after our day-after-Christmas shopping extravaganza. You’ll have to get them something good.”
“Yeah.” Speaking of... Tarrah rushed to the dresser, grabbed a pair of black thigh-highs, and pulled them on as fast as she could without snagging the fabric. “I have to head to the bank really quick so I have some spending money for it.
“Oh, can you get some quarters for laundry?”
Tarrah pulled her dress on, then threw on her white winter coat overtop. “Sorry, going through the ATM.”
She really didn’t need to spend any more time than necessary before going to the Stewart’s. She had something awaitin’ her and it sure wasn’t the frickin’ fruitcake.
“No big. See you there.”
Tarrah barely heard Georgia as she breezed out of their dorm in her pumps. She was a girl on a mission and this Christmas was going to be just as
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