Her voice rose in laughter on the last
word.
He sent her a wry look. "I have a
trunk being delivered to work with my books and pictures and
things. It's a nice one. I was going to use it to decorate the
office, but we could bring it here and I can use it for my other
clothes. There's room behind the couch, right?"
Closing the playroom door on her way
back, she nodded. "That's fine." The sight of his wide, bare back
made the stirring between her legs more pronounced. Suddenly, her
jeans felt too tight.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
he asked, taking a sideways step and closing the closet
door.
"I'm hungry." She licked her lips and
the bottom dropped out of her stomach.
"You should've eaten more lunch," he
said, his voice dropping low and his lids drooping a
bit.
"Not that kind of hungry." Hoping to
tempt him to the bed, she ran a finger along the V of her
shirt.
"What do you have in mind?" he asked,
a bulge in the towel telling her he knew exactly what she had in
mind.
"Chocolate body paint," she purred and
hooked her fingers under the hem of her T-shirt, ready to lift it
off.
His lips parted, and he took a step
forward as the doorbell rang.
Chapter 13
Frustration punched Chip in the gut,
robbing him of his hard-on. Damn it. He really wanted to see what
that chocolate body paint was all about. "Is your apartment always
this busy?" he asked, unable to keep irritation from his
voice.
"Only since I met you," Melony
muttered, scowling at the door. "Probably Frank with your things.
Though that was really fast. He must know someone at the hotel to
get into your room so fast." Looking through the peephole, she
cringed. "It's Kathy."
Her friend? "Greaaat," he drawled. And
him in a towel.
Melony opened the door but didn't get
to say a single word before Kathy marched in, babbling, "I heard
you took a new partner. Some new guy. I thought you weren't going
to take on another inductee right away. Is he in the play—" She
turned and stopped.
Chip smiled and gave a slight wave.
Kathy had black hair, black eye make-up, black lipstick, and black
nail polish. A nose ring sparkled at the crease of her nostril,
tiny hoops crisscrossed along the curve of her ear, and a multitude
of rings encrusted her fingers. Cute, but not his type. Certainly
didn't appear to be a natural beauty like Melony under all that
goth get up.
Kathy's eyes widened. "Daaamn, he's
hot."
He really hated when people talked
about him in the third person when he stood right there. "Thanks,"
he said, going to her and extending his hand.
"Hold your tongue, slave!" she snapped
and turned angry green eyes toward Melony. "Honestly, Mel, your
training is seriously lacking. Didn't you learn your lesson with
George?"
"This is different. He's not an
inductee."
"I'm standing right here. I can hear
you both," he said, crossing his arms over his chest.
Kathy crossed her arms, too, and
cocked a hip. "If you're not an inductee then you're new to the
area? Where've you been practicing?"
She knew he was an attorney? "I
practiced in Boston and did some volunteer public work in
Hartford."
Screwing up half her face, she asked
Melony, "What's he talking about?"
"Maybe this isn't the best time. I'll
take you to lunch Monday and we'll talk then." She ushered her dark
friend to the door.
"But now's a good time for me," Kathy
argued.
"Frank's due any time. It's probably
best if you're not here or I won't be able to get rid of
him."
Chip rolled his eyes at the idea of
Frank hanging out in the apartment all afternoon.
Melony opened the door and Kathy
stopped in the opening, asking, "Frank? Why's he coming
over?"
"Monday. We'll talk Monday. I
promise." Melony gave her friend a gentle push and closed the
door.
Chip planted a hand on his waist.
"What was that all about? Why'd she ask me about my legal
experience then pretend not to know what I was talking
about?"
Melony grinned. "She was asking about
your practice of bondage and sadomasochism."
He was such
word.
He sent her a wry look. "I have a
trunk being delivered to work with my books and pictures and
things. It's a nice one. I was going to use it to decorate the
office, but we could bring it here and I can use it for my other
clothes. There's room behind the couch, right?"
Closing the playroom door on her way
back, she nodded. "That's fine." The sight of his wide, bare back
made the stirring between her legs more pronounced. Suddenly, her
jeans felt too tight.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
he asked, taking a sideways step and closing the closet
door.
"I'm hungry." She licked her lips and
the bottom dropped out of her stomach.
"You should've eaten more lunch," he
said, his voice dropping low and his lids drooping a
bit.
"Not that kind of hungry." Hoping to
tempt him to the bed, she ran a finger along the V of her
shirt.
"What do you have in mind?" he asked,
a bulge in the towel telling her he knew exactly what she had in
mind.
"Chocolate body paint," she purred and
hooked her fingers under the hem of her T-shirt, ready to lift it
off.
His lips parted, and he took a step
forward as the doorbell rang.
Chapter 13
Frustration punched Chip in the gut,
robbing him of his hard-on. Damn it. He really wanted to see what
that chocolate body paint was all about. "Is your apartment always
this busy?" he asked, unable to keep irritation from his
voice.
"Only since I met you," Melony
muttered, scowling at the door. "Probably Frank with your things.
Though that was really fast. He must know someone at the hotel to
get into your room so fast." Looking through the peephole, she
cringed. "It's Kathy."
Her friend? "Greaaat," he drawled. And
him in a towel.
Melony opened the door but didn't get
to say a single word before Kathy marched in, babbling, "I heard
you took a new partner. Some new guy. I thought you weren't going
to take on another inductee right away. Is he in the play—" She
turned and stopped.
Chip smiled and gave a slight wave.
Kathy had black hair, black eye make-up, black lipstick, and black
nail polish. A nose ring sparkled at the crease of her nostril,
tiny hoops crisscrossed along the curve of her ear, and a multitude
of rings encrusted her fingers. Cute, but not his type. Certainly
didn't appear to be a natural beauty like Melony under all that
goth get up.
Kathy's eyes widened. "Daaamn, he's
hot."
He really hated when people talked
about him in the third person when he stood right there. "Thanks,"
he said, going to her and extending his hand.
"Hold your tongue, slave!" she snapped
and turned angry green eyes toward Melony. "Honestly, Mel, your
training is seriously lacking. Didn't you learn your lesson with
George?"
"This is different. He's not an
inductee."
"I'm standing right here. I can hear
you both," he said, crossing his arms over his chest.
Kathy crossed her arms, too, and
cocked a hip. "If you're not an inductee then you're new to the
area? Where've you been practicing?"
She knew he was an attorney? "I
practiced in Boston and did some volunteer public work in
Hartford."
Screwing up half her face, she asked
Melony, "What's he talking about?"
"Maybe this isn't the best time. I'll
take you to lunch Monday and we'll talk then." She ushered her dark
friend to the door.
"But now's a good time for me," Kathy
argued.
"Frank's due any time. It's probably
best if you're not here or I won't be able to get rid of
him."
Chip rolled his eyes at the idea of
Frank hanging out in the apartment all afternoon.
Melony opened the door and Kathy
stopped in the opening, asking, "Frank? Why's he coming
over?"
"Monday. We'll talk Monday. I
promise." Melony gave her friend a gentle push and closed the
door.
Chip planted a hand on his waist.
"What was that all about? Why'd she ask me about my legal
experience then pretend not to know what I was talking
about?"
Melony grinned. "She was asking about
your practice of bondage and sadomasochism."
He was such
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