doing today?”
“Good. Listen, I have a proposition for you. Can I drop by your office in a couple of hours?”
Her office? She looked around the small apartment. Her sewing machine was set up on the kitchen table, the half dressed sewing dummy was blocking the television, and bolts of fabric were stacked up along the far wall. “Umm, sure. I work out of the apartment right now, so you can come by anytime.”
She gave him the address and they hung up. Flopping over on the bed she wondered what to wear for his visit. She was intrigued by the idea of him having a proposition for her that wasn’t covered in the casual lover arrangement they’d made.
By the time the buzzer for the security door downstairs rang a couple of hours later, Samair had dressed in a casual pair of jeans and a knit T-shirt and cleaned up the apartment. It was still small and crowded, but there was really no way around that. She buzzed him up and concentrated on some deep breathing. Just knowing she was going to see him had her body readying itself for a good time.
She swung open the door and tried not to drool at the sight coming up the stairs.
Black leather covered him from head to toe. A straight-fit jacket hung open from his broad shoulders to his trim waist, and heavy chaps covered him from the waist to ankle. Heavy boots completed the look.
She’d never found boots so sexy before.
“You look hungry, little girl,” said the big bad wolf when he was directly in front of her.
She tilted her head back and met his heated gaze. “Oh, yeah.”
Humor and heat combined to make his eyes swirl like melted chocolate. His mouth lifted at one corner and he brushed against her slowly as he stepped into the apartment.
Oh, Lord. She eyed the way the leather of the chaps framed his perfect denim-covered ass and swallowed a moan. She was in trouble.
He set the little skullcap he carried down on the island counter that separated the kitchen from the rest of the unit, then turned and looked back at her. “Are you coming in?”
She nodded her head and grinned at him before shutting the door. “Sorry. I had to take a minute to drool over your ass.”
His laugh filled the room as he shook his head. “You’re something else, you know?”
“I’m going to take that as a compliment.” She sauntered past him and perched on a kitchen stool.
“It was meant as one.”
She reached out, slipped her fingers under his leather belt, and tugged him closer. Only he resisted.
He grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away from his belt. “I have a proposition for you.”
“I have one for you, too.” She winked and reached for him again.
“Not that kind of proposition.” He stepped out of her reach and deeper into the living area.
When had she developed a leather fetish? All she could think about while Val checked out the space was how hot he would look with his hair down and no jacket, no shirt, and those yummy leather chaps. They might be perfect for riding a Harley, but they really made her want to stretch out spread-eagle on any surface and scream “Ride me!”
All he’d have to do was unzip his pants.
Her insides heated and her nipples hardened to the point of pain while she imagined the feel of that worn leather rubbing against her inner thighs, her hands smoothing over it to get to his perfect ass and clutching him to her while he pumped away.
“It’s about your designing.”
Her spine snapped straight. Huh? “What about my designing?”
He’d stopped in front of the sewing dummy and was fingering the stretch lace teddy she’d been pinning together. He gave her a look that said he knew where her mind had been before continuing. “Did you get any bites from the cards you handed out at the club last week?”
“A couple.”
“Would you be interested in doing a show of your work at the club?”
“Like a fashion show?”
He planted his hands on his hips and gazed at her steadily. “Yeah.”
A fashion show at Risqué? What a
“Good. Listen, I have a proposition for you. Can I drop by your office in a couple of hours?”
Her office? She looked around the small apartment. Her sewing machine was set up on the kitchen table, the half dressed sewing dummy was blocking the television, and bolts of fabric were stacked up along the far wall. “Umm, sure. I work out of the apartment right now, so you can come by anytime.”
She gave him the address and they hung up. Flopping over on the bed she wondered what to wear for his visit. She was intrigued by the idea of him having a proposition for her that wasn’t covered in the casual lover arrangement they’d made.
By the time the buzzer for the security door downstairs rang a couple of hours later, Samair had dressed in a casual pair of jeans and a knit T-shirt and cleaned up the apartment. It was still small and crowded, but there was really no way around that. She buzzed him up and concentrated on some deep breathing. Just knowing she was going to see him had her body readying itself for a good time.
She swung open the door and tried not to drool at the sight coming up the stairs.
Black leather covered him from head to toe. A straight-fit jacket hung open from his broad shoulders to his trim waist, and heavy chaps covered him from the waist to ankle. Heavy boots completed the look.
She’d never found boots so sexy before.
“You look hungry, little girl,” said the big bad wolf when he was directly in front of her.
She tilted her head back and met his heated gaze. “Oh, yeah.”
Humor and heat combined to make his eyes swirl like melted chocolate. His mouth lifted at one corner and he brushed against her slowly as he stepped into the apartment.
Oh, Lord. She eyed the way the leather of the chaps framed his perfect denim-covered ass and swallowed a moan. She was in trouble.
He set the little skullcap he carried down on the island counter that separated the kitchen from the rest of the unit, then turned and looked back at her. “Are you coming in?”
She nodded her head and grinned at him before shutting the door. “Sorry. I had to take a minute to drool over your ass.”
His laugh filled the room as he shook his head. “You’re something else, you know?”
“I’m going to take that as a compliment.” She sauntered past him and perched on a kitchen stool.
“It was meant as one.”
She reached out, slipped her fingers under his leather belt, and tugged him closer. Only he resisted.
He grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away from his belt. “I have a proposition for you.”
“I have one for you, too.” She winked and reached for him again.
“Not that kind of proposition.” He stepped out of her reach and deeper into the living area.
When had she developed a leather fetish? All she could think about while Val checked out the space was how hot he would look with his hair down and no jacket, no shirt, and those yummy leather chaps. They might be perfect for riding a Harley, but they really made her want to stretch out spread-eagle on any surface and scream “Ride me!”
All he’d have to do was unzip his pants.
Her insides heated and her nipples hardened to the point of pain while she imagined the feel of that worn leather rubbing against her inner thighs, her hands smoothing over it to get to his perfect ass and clutching him to her while he pumped away.
“It’s about your designing.”
Her spine snapped straight. Huh? “What about my designing?”
He’d stopped in front of the sewing dummy and was fingering the stretch lace teddy she’d been pinning together. He gave her a look that said he knew where her mind had been before continuing. “Did you get any bites from the cards you handed out at the club last week?”
“A couple.”
“Would you be interested in doing a show of your work at the club?”
“Like a fashion show?”
He planted his hands on his hips and gazed at her steadily. “Yeah.”
A fashion show at Risqué? What a
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